Leaving in November
You left when leaves were dirty rags, when foliage shrunk to tattered shrouds dangling on the barren boughs. You left when days were dusk and foggy fingers slipped around my […]
Monthly Archives: November 2018
Daylight stings
A raging wind tore leaves from limbs of dying trees, when from the graveyard far away a hell hound howled. “This night the ghosts are out”, the landlord said and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 