You smelled of wind
I hear the waves contained in shell-shocked-grey in calcite walls, concrete a smothered voice. “You can never catch me” your hair was wings you smelled of wind. You were fading […]
Daily Archives: October 11, 2015
Beneath the gray tree
Bared, its branches dance October skeletal to chthonic music, crush of leaves beneath, an oak, its limbs a somber filigree and rooks above in plumage clerical. With wreath in hand […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 