Sheep and gnus
See how they leap; rows of sheep — as my sleep slips by. Please tell how ewe supply can grow and not slow while bedclothes strangle I’m mangled and wrangle: […]
Daily Archives: December 9, 2017
Wet wadmal
Winter walks with weight of wet wadmal; somnambulism from dawn to dusk, shoulder-hunching in sweat-scent of the crowded trains, Winter is pale faces focused; illuminated in sheen of smartphone screens […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 