Apocalypse
Weired the river’s low (1) it’s flow our hunger (2) wind blown,owned; (3) the soil is scorched (4) from carbon torched. (5) A weir is used to dam the water […]
Monthly Archives: March 2017
Ode to a mighty man
O mighty righteous man who rule this world You sense what’s right or wrong, and all our facts are yours to bend or keep in secret furled. O humble, gentle […]
Tenacity of purpose
Finally. After years and years they were on their way. Amy and Marcus were to live their dream. House and cars were sold. Burning midnight oil as paralegals had paid […]
Golden pearls
The moments just before is also after; each beat of heart are pearls upon a string: until it falls apart in pieces — broken. But how to tell which moment […]
I care for carvings
I cannot count each layer laid, on the back of bark, from rise of sap, for every year a ring for every spring I’ve grown. I have seen the aged […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 