4 AM the seventh day…
“Still life is death.. “, she said picking petals from the last geranium I brought. She had ceased to cry… waiting, waiting by his side; his every heartbeat luminescent on […]
Monthly Archives: August 2018
My twin in comics
I still recall — when I was told how much I am like Tintin; it’s not so much my youthful looks (though I prefer my hair unkempt like him) but […]
Mosquitoes in my bedroom
A subtle key to darkness is the light beam carving webs and shadows… an orb aglow, a book unread, the scent of sparkled dust; it is the questions I’ve been […]
The butterfly effect
I hate travelling with Matt. He’s late again; I’m boiling inside as the stewardess closes the door right behind him. While he makes his way down the aisle to his […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 