The lake fairy
My dreamer-ghost, breeze shimmer-grin melt clouds, un-scar be whisper-rose and green be sound of leaves at dawn spill echoes, flicker, drizzle storm journey, cue my breath balloon the spring be […]
Daily Archives: August 14, 2017
Jigsaw dreams
Mostly they are garbage — my dreams — discarded litter left, the pieces of remaining cloudless sky from that jigsaw puzzle I gave up upon. But sometimes dreams are real […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 