Butter on my fingers being silent
I remember mostly mornings since my grandma didn’t like to cook, the kitchen was the place for endless breakfasts. A room where aunts and uncles sat in morning-gowns while talking, […]
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Sourmilk and rhubarb jam – for dVerse
My day is sourmilk, and inky clouds of drizzling misery; it’s death and greed of sooted news; a cup of tea and orange juice; cottage cheese and rhubarb jam; redolent […]
Breakfast guest
Shared on dVerse open link night. A little morning guest morning guest the breakfast eater munches munches sunflower seeds birds waiting impatiently slow eater cold morning are freezing rattling shivering […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 