Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Embedded in repeated moments
my name calls forth deep Sweden
beyond the city, through wheat
fields into a spruce forest, silver
night light smell of turpentine gum
cones, needles, crackling fire
popping knots, hot coniferous oils.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. September 3, 2014