With thousand tongues
He licked his lips and sipped with greed the youth he’d lost. “My heart is cold, it’s rock”; he smirked; he groped; and took because he could; his might was […]
Monthly Archives: November 2017
Doors behind doors
The library is vast and it’s been said that there are doors that open into doors to rooms and halls where shelves are filled with books and scrolls. Where you […]
Be seen
See, be seen – be rainbow and the morning after. You are you; say yes or no it’s up to you to move with me. But if it pleases you […]
Cause and effect
Searchlights, sirens, screams — night had changed from glitz and neon to smoke and death. Was it ISIS or Al-Qaeda? Right or left? Many claimed they did it. Other wanted […]
The weight of snow
His words were footsteps made in wet snow, imprints cold and heavy hesitant but rushed as crossing roads in winter, careful not to slip. Through puckered lips his breath — […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 