Mine is more
My sourdough starter,made from flour, waterequal parts by weightfed awakened in the morningbefore it’s time to bake,when the starter bubblesI mix with the strongestflour I can findfor taste some ryesome […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Liars Behold
Oathbreakers, perjurers. sellersof snakeoil behold! your promisesbroken will change into daemonsof darkness, to amber-eyed imps,to the claw-fingered creaturesdevouring your spleen and probingprofoundly with delicate tools thesensitive crevices kept to yourself.Maligner, […]
Fear of the dark
From darkness deep and with its gaze aglow,retracted claws, the varmint slithers, sneaksbelow skeletal branches, tender cunning, slowits mind on murder, when a sudden creak.exposes evil and your heartbeats race,you […]
Always forever
Always the lies, denial of factsrepeating deceits, alternative truthsAlways the acts, obscuring his fearsby never be silent or seeking adviceAlways the smears, spreading his venomthose who oppose are enemies, foesAlways […]
Autumn picnic
This weekend past we had a rare sunny day and on Saturday we went for a hike. We took the bus and brought with us some freshly baked sourdough, each […]
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