Being busy caring
Holidays. The street is filled by shoppers. They have to show they care. They have gifts to buy for nieces and for cousins. There are gifts to wrap, to ship […]
Monthly Archives: November 2017
Pretending to believe
As Ouroboros, beginning biting ends, we satellite in hope/despair. Waiting is pretending to believe we can stargaze future into truth. You and me; a space-time curvature — a gravity of […]
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 […]
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 […]
Rapunzel’s Miranda
My knight, I might let you scale my tower but, it’s easy just to let you slip and break your neck. You might be another hand- some man, but I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 