In good hands?
It started to look good, water and soil had been dealt with. Woods and weed blended well with beasts, but it had been six days of hard and excruciating labor. […]
Monthly Archives: December 2018
Murder of crows
This morning when I passed their tree the crows, the augary birds stayed silent, as if they knew and wouldn’t say like canary birds succumbing to the noxious gas and […]
Cereal killing
My bread-knife’s both benign and sharp, the kindest of my tools unless you’re loaf; the sweet one kneaded with a touch of love and baked to wheatly glutinous perfection, but […]
And it cannot by changed
When end of days are darkly bled to restless sleep and hollow laughter of rotting flesh and living dead When end of days are darkly bled the hope is waning […]
Knowing darkness better
“Every day the world grows darker, intolerance and bigotry keeps growing…” Hammad and Johnny stood towards the back of the crowd , hand in hand just listening. Behind them a […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 