More silence than before
She is more silence with the words more random than before, repeated though. I imagine it’s like mykorrhiza — filaments devouring sense and sentences, and her strength that’s waned with […]
Daily Archives: May 17, 2016
My sacred sister spring
A magnetic poem for the quadrille at dVerse using the word green inside.
Office chuckle
Deep in his throat a chuckle blooms,veneering pink of slips, and the black-book notes. Is there menace in his gaze? Or in the way he punches numbers on the telephone? […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 