The blue parts of the map
I watch the mirror of the water, see myself in sea in arteries of creeks that formed this oceanic vastness; since every melted part of glaciers every icicle and drop […]
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Trolling the trolls
The twitter trolls implode from facts, but grow in darkness and in dearth of tact without attention they will soon deflate, and melt like butter if you lack their hate. […]
An unexpected encounter
Walking deeper into unknown woods; she sat to rest. where trees stood sentinels of secrets kept that trolls knew best; “Is that a rock?”, she asked and probing moss it […]
After a death
Don’t blame the night for darkness or the rattling bones; it’s not from dusk your blood is shed not from shadows that your ache is born. this blackness didn’t cause […]
Thinking of acorns
I try to hold on to the acorn without thinking how gravity pulls it from tree and how it falls into soil, how it hopes to spur roots, to be […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 