A dragon’s breath
grapes of people in the midday heat seek the vines – of hands and homes alone together, withered bones. a strand of hair plastered to a bayonet not yet her […]
Daily Archives: February 26, 2015
When skin has grown too thin
concerning life, recall the skin etches one molecule at a time until tissue-paper thin – the vein crawls towards what’s left a single day when melodies turn craven to relentless […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 