Squalor of the slum
We raised our marble pillars in honor of our greed, and lacking guilt, we gilded them with grace we turned them into idols we wrote heroic hymns to honor us; […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Preparing for nothing
Astrid had started sleeping with an open window since the curfew started. The city was silent, except for an occasional growl from nocturnal wildlife marking their new territory. Over the […]
Ordering words
My syllables are soldiers, straight and tethered tightly into words of thoughtfulness commanding fates. I weave from sentences my sword my shining armor and the veils that hide the chaos […]
Amber Magic
Dreadful is the night this lack of light this night of corpses my wish to die that growls into a voice of flesh and bones into a grim perplexing laughter […]
Fixing
Agnes let her eyes slumber, slowly following the faint line where the sky met the sea. The sun was preparing to set but no one left and no one came […]
