Postcards of hangings
They’re selling postcards of the hanging of the old ladies knitting and the soldiers kissing shadowed under an ageless sun and relentless rain. Who said laughter is never befriended with […]
Tag Archives: Bob Dylan
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 