Me is
me is to pay me me is gone, me is that, me is here me is being returned to the sender me is love, me is back me is becoming […]
Tag Archives: free verse
A walk in the bamboo groove
The rustling bamboo leaves sing symphonic serenade – how can my painful loss mark my path like this? A gentle autumn wind kiss my morning bristle like you used to […]
Advent wonderland
the feline leer a snarl so far from advent happiness and joy of Cheshire cats they mock us like a mad hatter of injustice I see them begging on the […]
Ode to the Calander – for dVerse
Tightly packed like passengers in morning rush-hour subway smelling damp wool from the November drizzle. Or like the articles in my morning paper of death, torture in domestic slavery and […]
Ode to a pen – for dVerse
My pens will usually never linger. They fly like crows from tree to tree, cawing out short signatures of guilt. My cheap plastic pens move from pocket to your handbag […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 