At the therapist
You say it’s only healing while I pick at scabs coping, hoping that someday I’ll learn to live with stitches, stretch of scars and this: my skin’s too thin to […]
Monthly Archives: September 2016
Another wedding
“Mrs. Hart, are you awake” Myra woke with a jolt from the banging on her door. It didn’t look like morning yet, but she could hear the lashes from the […]
Wishful thinking
I wish my wishful thinking could be more, much more than this, my sinking into wistful drinking. I wish I had more restless vigor, urge of yearning, a will to […]
When I met the Milky Way
I have read about the Milky Way, I’ve have fantasies of stars, I know that they should twinkle, but only once I’ve seen the magnitude of stars, the Milky Way, […]
Unfit like dodos
Unfit like dodos, hope are eggs we count before we crush them with our weight. It’s like the parchment promise signed with borrowed blood, the blindfold driving, speeding into bleeding. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 