City songs – for dVerse
(I) Urban symphonies that play its strings on steel-beast’s wheel on oily asphalt. Sluggish, lightwormy — the spiderwebs, of urban-life congested arteries, cutting life to microsecond pieces perspiring in the […]
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The winner is the one that lost the least
When they return from war, our winning side. You see deep into their eyes the flame that die They kiss their girls but still they cannot hide that also winners […]
Thankful – a sonnet for dVerse
I’m thankful for the slanting rays of sun, for moonbeam silver in the mountain tarn. I’m thankful for the mostly silent guns, that people eat and have sufficient grain, that […]
Before the Ball – for dVerse
“I need rhinestone ballet-shoes” the faerie elephant exclaimed unfolding million butterflies of sparkling wings while dancing foxtrot with the purple moose. “and a Stetson hat in pink – with that […]
The Morning Mess – for dVerse
the prose we crave forty three crosses yet not found axes in the synagogue darkness of the words we need that bleed with greedy indexes pointing up or down undulating […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 