Still life with silverware
Memories of nights, when afterwards I walked through lilac-scent, and black- bird melodies, are pewter in our silver- ware, a nail that snags my socks; it’s a nagging dream of […]
Monthly Archives: May 2016
And my name’s forgotten
At night, I still remember hearing him, my good husband praying, while they, our closest neighbors drank and fornicated. But yet in togetherness we tilled the land side by side […]
Frenzy
Kayla watched the waves rolling in, each one was another blow, she braced herself, not yet ready to face Nick. He had been drinking. “Your dress shows cleavage”, predicted fuse […]
Lilacs smell goodbye
At spring when there is lilac in the air: a scent so sweet to bring me back to end of school: we hugged and promised: it’s not goodbye it’s called […]
Relax through exhaustion
Relax by running sounds like a contradiction, but for me it’s not. When I focus on how I place my feet on the path, lift my chest and push a […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 