A dandy’s lament
I was proud, I was tall, as I woke up at noon I had conquered and won, on my costume the gold of awards I’ve deserved for just being an […]
Monthly Archives: October 2015
Last bus leaving Jefferson
Emma’s bare feet pounded hard asphalt, she was too late. Running she passed deserted houses. The power company had assured that radiation levels were within the approved levels. Still they […]
Wardrobe by Tove Backhammar
Originally posted on Keyholestories:
“The door to the closet stood ajar and she opened it wide to look inside. On the wooden rod suspended between the inner walls, a handful…
At midnight by the cliff
Distinct — his song was laced with soil, a whiff of corpse; a destiny: his magnetism of tapered fingers, priestlike porcelain skin. She left her bed, and by the moonlit […]
The graveyard roses
Your tone’s a knife — carving ink-blot syllables, rust-and-oil-despicable, you’re hurling gazes laced with deep contempt, with thistle words and soot I’m suffocated, I am a stranded fish. We pick […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 