The townhouse can wait
Philip pushes his way through the hallway cluttered with clothes and toys. Her clothes, their toys. The condo, once perfect for a bachelor, is simply too cramped since Janine moved […]
Monthly Archives: July 2018
This is what I mean when I talk about roses
It’s neither the sun nor the waves, neither mountains nor forests. It’s not the boughs of our oak in summer, when laden with leaves. It’s neither the nightingale’s song nor […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 