My crave is not a butterfly
My crave is hunger hard as granite — carved with sin, it’s dark and cellar-dank My crave is heavy: rotten wood, it’s headstone letters — lichen-filled it’s senseless skin it’s […]
Daily Archives: September 8, 2015
Sneakers that will change the world
We forgot the taste of brine, the tears: the sea We forgot the hunger of the crested waves their eyes with desert sand, and reaching hands. the bodybags We forgot […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 