Would be Blind
Your skin would be braillefor my wandering fingertips,your lips, elbows,the nape of your neckwould tell methe quivering story morethan the smile on your lips. I would listen to sighsevery beat […]
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Claiming your virtue
Who can claim to be virtuouswithout feeling some pride? Who cannot be cravingfor the possessions of others? Who can be righteouswithout screaming in wrath? Who can ask for othersto pick […]
Crafting from less
Baker, brewer, poetcrafting more from less;it starts from flour, malt or inkbut with hand and mindand spiced with timethe craftsman, meamalgamates what’s simpleinto complexity for all your senses;so please sit […]
Saturnalia
Remember the uproar,when dancing went wildfrom ceiling to floorwith Cheshire smileshigh on wizardry fungustwisting and leapingin clamor and rumpusand no-one was sleepingcops came a’knockingand sent us to lockupit wasn’t too […]
Cloudberry Paths
Mountain recollectionslinger in the tasteof cloudberries spoonedover ice-cream slopes. I shut my eyesdream to bendto pick the mire gold,creamy soft,preserved for this. You feed me berriesmaking mountain-plansfor paths to walkfor […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 