You were a rivulet
Once you were a rivulet, cascading glittered independence, free, before desire, hormoned, bedsheets gravity turned you stagnant skin on skin, entrapped in bogs of merging tributaries, you are mired trapped […]
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The emigrant
Upwards, onward, always on the move. “Do your best”; my father’s voice comes back to haunt me. “There’s a day tomorrow”; I hear my juvenile falsetto responding; but as a […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 