Palinoia
When caught with jam around your lips you touch that pause between a heartbeat and the next and tense in halfway rigor mortis, in the gall and wormwood sense of […]
Daily Archives: February 21, 2017
We were like houses
My past in the suburban housing; mushroomed from the meadows in the early sixties; houses side by side, stately rows with playground streets; at first the same, but after fifty […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 