The thrill of survival
I remember the darkness, the glitter of frost and carnivore eyes from depth of the woods. I remember how much the old apple tree’s branches resembled skeletal hands trying to […]
Daily Archives: December 2, 2017
Counting ribs
Fleshed on bone and dressed in charcoal cloth he’s still more neolith in awe of winter solstice lying sleepless listening to lightlessness of night or a lovesick chimpanzee, in how […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 