Power of will
Have you ever seen the greatness in a toddler’s fist — clenched in tantrums and the way her mother bows obeying to her whims? Have you ever wondered how much […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Two of a kind
Is there any sense of soil in the way my chromosomes are curled? Or is the grass and wind expressed in the way I spin my words to syllables? I […]
Like every mother (maybe)
When my mother bought herself a chainsaw for clearing up the woods I thought that it was something every mother does; just like keeping socket wrenches in her handbag (after […]
Treason-theft
The final night before she left; before I knew, how thin the ice can be; I had no clue about her treason-theft; safe and sound I slept. Awoke alone, I […]
The librarian’s apprentice
The new apprentice — zephyr-torn with tresses tied and apple-cheeks to mask her scowl — tall she strode in polished patent-leather brogues seeking for the syllables to steal and stitch […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 