I wrap my words with bows, to ribbon syllables to sentences; to sense and singe, a silk-surprise (whispered) fire- placed; both summer Christmas and your birthdays late in May. it’s how we flowerbed the only way I ever poetry… and gift for you. Lillian wants us to write poetry on the subject of gift at […]

via It’s how I poetry — Björn Rudbergs writings

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