Our voices are volcanoes
Abyss, your eyes are calling, tempting darkly, over midnight waves, on wings I’m falling. In sun the wax is melting, but on skies I soar. My feet, once lead, have […]
Tag Archives: free verse
Walk densely afterwards
Walk densely by my silent side while smiling sinly, softly sipping telepathic waves of wishes weighed with red. Angelic beams — your eyes are purple bloom — deeply burning with […]
Ancient honors slipping
With pigtails, rosy cheeks they praise an ancient freedom, silent beauty of our northern lands summer meadows, sun and skies. But when with rose-bud lips they praise our honored name […]
A wino summmer
She sees the candlelight again, a sun through crystal rubied summer-dawn. Her wishes turned to grey, and as she wakes, on news from yesterday, on ink and stone, she’s blond. […]
A smiling man
They said he smiled between the bursts of death a student with a parasol that hid an AK-47. They said he smiled and laughed when tourists ran. Maybe in this […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 