In a ramschackle pub by the dock
The foghorn wailed, when at the bar through scurvy teeth a sailor hissed and slammed his fist. “Tonight I’m pissed” the room went silent, barmaid jarred remembered nights before the […]
Monthly Archives: April 2016
How the west was won
It wasn’t with your guns the west was won, it was the concept that our soil was owned, it could be fenced, divided, never shared. But buffalo need water, need […]
What heaven is
Have you ever felt how cold and damp and filled with dread a summer cloud can be inside? Or… Have you ever tried to play a harp and felt how […]
The girl from yonder yore
From edge of woods she came in trance a girl I’ve never seen before. On solstice day I asked to dance that girl from yonder yore. When twilight’s close to […]
It’s not the falling
If ever caught in whirls of winds; twisting, turning dancing you insane, be sure, be warned beware: that when you land to check for ruby-slippered feet of witches squashed. Cause, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 