What a Sunday walk can do
With words, their weapons sharp, they challenge truth they let us breathe the brimstone fumes (their views) they pick the facts apart, misusing youth- full energy, they poison food and […]
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A crave once carved
A crave once carved on polished gneiss with lips and hips you met my piercing spear; your moan reverbs in rock, a memory embracing we are locked, perhaps in vice […]
Beneath the gray tree
Bared, its branches dance October skeletal to chthonic music, crush of leaves beneath, an oak, its limbs a somber filigree and rooks above in plumage clerical. With wreath in hand […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 