In vain I stitched
On the fringe of dreams I gather syllables from scents to sieve and sew and patchwork into quilts and mittens… Awake too late, but harsh this morning light in vain […]
Daily Archives: May 23, 2017
Morning on the metro
In chthonic snaking underneath we’re crammed commuting flesh to flesh; with faces luminent, as if our death: is closer now when brought us fresh a morning when from Manchester we […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 