Division deep inside
The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. Elie Wiesel We stand divided, not from borders fenced with razor-wires, but fissured deep inside, a river Styx that’s running wild […]
Tag Archives: Ottava Rima
Ode to a mighty man
O mighty righteous man who rule this world You sense what’s right or wrong, and all our facts are yours to bend or keep in secret furled. O humble, gentle […]
How to wrap my words
In gold of dawn, when ink was river’s stream floating merrily among the silver trees verdancy of birches was sunlit dream But autumn comes with fading memories of diamond waterdrops, […]
Before the valkyries
The joss-sticks burning for a circumstance when idler with the tinsel-eyes has met again, his green-eyed mistress of absinthe In riptides of emotions he will greet the morning stars of […]
Let ghosts of Marley speak – for dVerse
Constellation patterns of the year to be are playing peek-a-boo behind the shroud prepared for wake of two-thousand fourteen. This dreaded year that made the serpent proud when xenophobics from […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 