Eight views of fall
I. Gathering of clouds: dusk being the dark denominator of autumn equinox and sheets of rain. II. Not even the raven can cease to shiver underneath the shadows from a […]
Monthly Archives: September 2016
Stairway to heaven
Patsy scratched her underarms, rolling a vein between thumb and forefinger. She was hungry; for food and more. She would struggle to find another climb; to find the heaven she […]
Plumage of words
Words are sometimes pillowed, of eiderdown, uttered softly lulla- bying for an almost drowning. At other times they billow, soar on feathered wings, brave you into boldness asking for a […]
Downstream
It’s not abrupt, but more like flowing downstream on a river; changes in the way you look too deep into your mirrored eyes. Like leaves you waited for in spring, […]
A small installment
Perfumed with myrrh and gum-diseased her smile that upward turned her plum-like lips, she waited with a smirk that never touched her blood-stained eyes. The left part of her face […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 