No sails at the horizon
footprint in the sand with every wave it’s fainter — sea-gulls overhead call to mock my lonely wait no sails at the horizon Today Toni tells us about Tanka as […]
Monthly Archives: November 2015
Anticipating mortal sins
Before anticipated gluttony a little chambermaid prepares the roast and cabbage, pheasant pie, onions cooked in wine and those pleasant fries. He wants his wine, he wants to dine. But […]
My winter coat’s too thick
Elongated seconds crawling crusts of centipedes, crabs, joyful as the jinglebelly muzak underneath my skin. Sluggish earthworms: heartbeats drumbeats upbeat — soon. “Can i have them wrapped?” Inhale-exhale the weight […]
A shotgun wedding
I dread the choices they propose between what’s bad or maybe worse. A shotgun wedding, I suppose is something like when seeing worth in hues of skin or acts of […]
Thanksgiving for an exposed sinner
The darkness eats reflections of the warmth from candlelights and dinner served inside the house he used to call his home; he tried in vain to mend the holes; with […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 