Silence of after
The silence of after is never the drabness of drought in a colorless sky or tethered forevers of echoing whys (?) The silence of after are shadows of laughter spilled […]
Monthly Archives: July 2019
It’s always darkest before the dawn
Before the cries of dawn we huddled, raptor-shadowed talons planted deeply by the demigod of darkness in our battered twilight-souls. Moon-starved we could hear his hunger carving flesh and cartilage […]
Filling my hollow
The shadow of Meursault is thinner than Raskalonikov’s… which is the reason why it ends the way it does, but still in part, I wish that there would be a […]
Only the sky
Only the sky…. For years I haven’t seen anything else. Only the sky… rotting for twenty more years. Taking a plea deal instead of facing the jury of “peers” had […]
Riding the tempest
Tempest me darkly with your sultry of lips then wrap yourself sadly ‘round tremors of me we tumble to waves with sea-glass and ships and even beyond the horizon lies […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 