Heartshaped
Can you carve a heart in such a way it fits the vacancy that’s given? Or should you leave it beating lonely, stronger, by itself? Karin leaves us with some […]
Monthly Archives: April 2017
After afterwards
It’s after afterwards. All is still and silent; memories have skin of frost. He had waited by her side; first through sickness and later by her headstone, They had been […]
The last days of the library
Even as the walls have crumbled, in the final days of our Atlantis, the aged librarian can breathe in company of books. He’s calm among the thought of elders. among […]
Still life
A jar of moonshine by my still the sheriff does not know the thrill of being drunk by woods in night. it lends to misery its light This is a […]
Another name for terror
They said that after the grenade, colorless a silence crawled, odorless through dusty streets through rooms, where many still in sleep; suffocated with their lungs collapsing children, women, men. And […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 