He loved that cat …
“The sailor boy upstairs — his cat, you know that tabby?” “Yes I know, but come your shirt is frayed again, we can’t afford a new … I need to […]
Monthly Archives: September 2015
We are all defeated
Mahogany skin: sunwarm, after all these years still calling. I think I can feel it purring when I let my hand trace its smooth hull. A vibration tempting me to […]
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 […]
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 […]
An old woman’s blessing
The day we started our walk the peaks were still covered with snow. Áhkká, the old woman, had let her silver hair loose to meet the summer breeze, returning after […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 