Dandelion eyes
High on saccharin, placebo sugar-rushed she’s dancing close to paper- moons; she’s burning cold from ink-washed stares. Her hands are skies and kites, she calls for crows on naked boughs. […]
Daily Archives: January 9, 2017
A silent boy
I was a quiet boy who liked to draw, construct, create. Often I withdraw from my boisterous baby sister who filled the rooms with shrieks and laughter. But left alone […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 