Achilles’ fall
We called him hero, muscles-bulging-stud, stallion, wrestler, runner, hunk of playboy jack of spades, winner and the nation’s hope. … until we saw his heel, the mark of needles, weakness […]
Monthly Archives: May 2018
How to be polite
You told me of your rights You told me to be polite to men. When I said nay, you said “obey”. I beg your pardon but — Is it insolence […]
A mile in my shoes
Disgust… I see it in your eyes. How you cannot meet my gaze, your lips — a thin line. your white knuckles. Is it because my accent tells you that […]
Never the flowers
It was never the fragrance of flowers but the bullies and the browning of leaves, decay from the odor of urine and sweat; smothered in wetness of wool — I […]
Not vanilla foreplay
Moonlight spilling silver on your double poster bed revealing ivory of your white shoulders under delicate lace and pale linen. Your soft hair is parted to reveal a tantalizing nape, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 