How about Icarus?
I wonder if the pull of hubris hurt like strings before your plunge? or if it was like sky, with blueness, sea and heaven, lack of lunch Did you sense […]
Monthly Archives: June 2017
All and nothing
They say that ink is blood and poetry are scars, but just like scars need skin, your words need paper. You seek the hush of cites and the buzz in […]
Blessings for an avid reader
Your canon grows, you cannot swallow. For every book there’s not a hollow big enough to fill with worthless words. May every page you read be precious sweet, important and […]
Summer shower
A summer shower is like a feral cat. It attacks you from behind, icy claws outstretched and if you don’t beware you’re drenched. Today when bicycling from work we had […]
My knack
I wasn’t really doomed, didn’t have the knack, to solder, disassemble or to build a boat I wasn’t doomed to be an engineer until I slipped, and slide ruled into […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 