Once a month
It was time again… excruciating pain when the rays from the moon hit my retina, spreading through marrow and bones; rippling through muscles, into finger and toes. I grow longer, […]
Monthly Archives: September 2018
The last day of summer
I remember the murder of crow feasting on roadkill, the reek from the swine farm we passed, the sunflower tilting their heads for the rain. I remember the radio playing […]
Before Breakfast
It’s not that I like mornings, don’t hate then either but sometimes I just cannot sleep. When it’s too late to fall asleep again, and too early to go up […]
Obituary for a mollusk
Once the mollusk softness of its tentacles decays in death remains of a nautilus, when stranded in the sand, its shell… the inner core, (an imprint of its body) the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 