A cross to bear
A cross to bear my name, unfur(l)s to winter hibernation and unprovoked aggression, To be is not the bee as honey stings — when stolen from your nest. Or with […]
Daily Archives: April 20, 2015
Our highway through the sky
We seek direction and the sky is vast your words are braille and the constellations cut our hemisphere in yours and mine to shut the future out; but as the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 