Sweetgale
In sweetgale fumes, there is a weight of backpacks filled. There’s anticipated mountain views, at the beginning of a treck. There is a miry softness, in my gait, a sound […]
Tag Archives: smell
The smell of gambas al Ajillo
The smell of tapas on la Rambla takes me back a thousand weeks I feel your skin as dewdrops on my glass Your hair as raven wings Your hand had […]
Dreams in Lavender seasoning
Summer sachets of lavender longing in linen a smell of southern Provence my dreams are still warm in its seasoning The sunset of tangerine glistening butterflies dancing — we tasted […]
cordite hardened
we’re hardened by this cordite smell as perfumes of the roses wilt from burials a constant knell we’re hardened by this cordite smell when driving on this road to hell […]
Carpe Diem Haiku Stars – peonies
Kitao wrote when the peonies bloomed, it seemed as though there were no flowers around them First the first line makes me think of loss, the peonies are not blooming […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 