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 […]
Daily Archives: March 28, 2017
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 