Counting beans
One Hundred Thirty Three These beans, to be, I’m Jack and talk for stalks Fee-fi-fo-fum One Hundred Thirty Four and smell the blood of british man for goose that lay […]
Daily Archives: September 1, 2015
On feline feet
The night’s a shield, on feline feet he passes watchmen’s lines, to reach across the border to our streets, and there at dawn, he’s found a seat in dust; his […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 