Not another ice-queen
spill me shimmer-grins open clouds unjar, unshadow me come spark my cue to skip-twist bubble-dance to smile and journey home to hibernate wait for spring please lull me, melt me […]
Daily Archives: November 7, 2016
Cue or being cued?
I shiver (longing) for a sign for your cue for bat of eyelash for glimpse of teeth for parse of lips for ice to break. I daisy-petal, picking hope and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 