Muted
My kicks are muted — leaves falling into water and how the gravel whisper under wheels. I say hello, to those who walk their dogs; it’s a habit — bicycling […]
Daily Archives: November 6, 2017
Before it happened
Have you seen the sidekicked — he, the silent man; she, who makes his stew? Have you listened to the voiceless? Have you seen how dust may cover gardens, how […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 