Staying in touch
We always promised that we’d stay in touch. But you moved South and I stayed put; I met Patricia and I hid my memories from her jealousy. She nagged me […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The mask of the red death
In your deepest void, the smothered dreams are shaded with your agonizing nights where walls surround you, squeeze you closed and capped in bordello-burgundy velvet, hold you in a red […]
Normal
Working from home has become a habit. I am now into my fifth week away from the office and gradually we are settling into a new normality. We have tried […]
Ruins
Through the somber silence of this social distance, I sensed some brightness through my ruins of existence A very simple couplet for Frank’s prompt on couplets at dVerse —- March […]
The art of writing
The aged librarian still keeps the ancient typewriter he bought from his uncle when he had ambitions of becoming an author. “I must study the masters”, he said. But the […]
