Passed my prime
Passed my prime at fifty-three dividing facts to factoids; I’m factored small between and passed. But if I wait I’m primed and proud again when undivided fifty-nine. Kerry wants us […]
Daily Archives: March 3, 2016
Seasick
Paled, my senses hibernate — a hedgehog nested in my chest still too late to rest. Eternal winter: iced my eyes are blessed in cinder, darkly cried and streaked with […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 