Dewey Decimal Courtship
Before the aged librarian begins to read a book not read before he inhales, he exhales with utmost tranquility he lets his fingers tiptoe lightly on its luscious spine, as […]
Category Archives: dVerse
The secrets of a secret book
This text was found in the aged librarian’s desk (postmortem), the handwriting was not that of the librarian but scribbled in green ink by an anonymous feminine hand. Somewhere In […]
In the Library there are no Mirrors.
The aged librarian never gazes into mirrors; he has ceased to search for liver-spots, and he doesn’t need to know how much his skin has ceased to tightly wrap his […]
Silent headstones
The moon has already wrapped itself in silver clouds; the branches of the bared canopies, like sooty filigree, are skeletal hands waving in the mournful breeze. An owl hoots. I […]
Apples and wind
October tiptoed over too gently, bringing the fall while kissing his apples to red, singeing leaves into scarlet and rust while in yellow she rose him from sleep with fog […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 