Poison lips
It’s not my thing to please I could be nice unless you only hand me snakes to pet; but can you blame a girl if her lips are pursed with […]
Monthly Archives: September 2019
Left for a djinn
The ship clock strikes twelve but it’s not too well I’m almost warm with a tepid pillow to console me as I lay here thinking of what I once held […]
Honor comes at a cost
Ten year old with golden hair to her waist, Lila couldn’t understand the silence; yesterday her parents had laughed with her while she told them about school. Now mother hid […]
The last Earl of Tharnham Towers
I climb my tower as the shadows stretch their hungry limbs across the moor. The breeze tastes sour with impending doom and I stretch across the bulwark to watch as […]
September
On Sunday night September came walking dressed in night with rubber wellies on her aching feet, she strode through streets to shake the leaves from boughs and check if yet […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 