When circus leaves the town
From our town of tumbleweeds, of lime and marrow, once the woodwind section of the band played a gracious groove of gasoline and sorrow a tune of lost tomorrows and […]
Daily Archives: December 5, 2016
Post-truth Kane
His life, a breeze, a journey, danced with shadows; he twisted ink to cue the spark that opened greenbuck pockets shimmered darkness lulled with lies. Lost at last in shark-grin […]
Scarves
There are possibilities in scars a melody composed for stars, an option for an exit or an entrance to what’s past. ‘Have you ever been to Paris?’ She knits her […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 