Shame
Is there shame in the shade, in the depth by the wake of your gaze, in candles unlit? Once your words were like bees besotted with bloom, but your sun […]
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A cross to bear
A cross to bear my name, unfur(l)s to winter hibernation and unprovoked aggression, To be is not the bee as honey stings — when stolen from your nest. Or with […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 