Still life from a silent spring
I. Crushed by a boot the marigold’s nectar will never feed the bees. II. Rain flushed through drainpipes will school the one-finned fish. III. After turning up the heat – […]
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Hunter
I wander slowly on the meadow-grass its straws bejeweled in a smell of dawn on undulating hillocks smooth as glass. I tiptoe softly, fingertips, cross perfect lawns still soft with […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 