Cityscape anatomy
The city’s built from bones and cartilage; the foundation of its skyline are constipated guts; the soil is saturated with our blood. The city is a beast. When I window-shop […]
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Vacant lots
The land created me. I’m wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I’m more at home in the vacant lots. Bob Dylan From somewhere, a wind is blowin’, […]
On the lonesome death of Hattie Carroll
Imagine, the same day that King gave his speech of a time and his dream, and reached into minds and beliefs that times were a’changing, out of reach in a […]
A cup of coffee
Desire’s not for coffee but for you in the way you bend your neck that’s not for me but for stars above. You never read a book, but talk of […]
Twist a tangerine
spill a journey bring us lull of shimmer- grins; come bubble-breeze us open shimmer silver- lines on clouds. come un-shadow us un-jar its scent in rose then let’s skip in […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 