Sowing tomatoes elsewhere
We filled the belly of our spaceship with the final soil our mother carried and to ticks of Geiger counters we slipped into the upper decks of our ark and […]
Daily Archives: September 27, 2018
Sleeping with death
When darkness tiptoed through our streets, we shut the windows, blocked the doors before they knocked. “This night is death”, you cried, “it stabs my gut”. We listened to the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 