We the people
We always knew that truth is only facts that we, the people, feel. That’s why we always claim our birthright to the soil you walk upon (with dirty feet), our […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Blackbird Singing
In morning hear the blackbird singing and though the skies are dressed grey the sun behind the clouds is bringing this morning with the blackbird singing and can you hear […]
No longer the jester
Sheila understood. Finally. She imagined how dear Robert and his mousy Molly had laughed behind her back and now she’d been stranded, humiliated and alone. It was just a play […]
Transient transition
Not and never more was my first kiss ever given in a game of truth or consequence, hesitant Maria’s lips brushed against mine dry and warm while class-mates jeered; we […]
Persistence of memory
There might be comfort in your daft delusion of the time as simple seconds, minutes, hours. days, or even years walking by in its linear progression from the cradle into […]
