Recipe to win
Grate and grind the sense pretend it’s tender, glace with lies, then spice with fake vanilla, poach it slender reduce until the lard remains serve it lukewarm invent it’s promised. […]
Monthly Archives: December 2016
Recipe for solitude
solitude is wind a voice of trees it’s sunshine soil birdsong sprung from spring a flowerbudded restlessness solitude is anticipation of a footpath warm and needle smooth to be bare- […]
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 […]
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 