A bough in six dimensions
I Perched, its shadow bleeds the bough, spring is rising sap and blackbirds waiting. II On the highest bough a caterpillar contemplates the possibility to butterfly. III Bless the tender […]
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It’s spring
When breaking through the leaves what’s left in purpled hearts were wounds and scars, and scent of decomposing bones, when through composted death these stems of hope and buds explode […]
In praise of a thieving magpie
He stole the cheese to free the birds the four and twenty waiting Thieving magpie makes their day see prisoners escaping. The king was snoring in his bed, his breakfast […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 