The mask of pretending narcissism
In the mirror he can see his stories, past and present sins as carved striations, scars and flaky rot — still he smiles, pretending it’s right to take but never […]
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A dark and stormy night
Dirge of midnight slowly crawls from tiny feet the floorboards creak; the air’s gone stale in moldy halls. from down below a hollow shriek, the night is dark; your future’s […]
When silence thrives
Our silence thrives when shame and shamed is answer and response to forbidden groping hands from men of power. Linking a Shadorma for dVerse OLN. Wanted it short and sharp […]
Yellowfoot
In mid October porcini mushrooms have been eaten by the slugs; there are no yellow chanterelles; it’s even late for hedgehog mushroom; their pale faces would shinel against the pockmarked […]
Holding on to feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – Emily Dickinson How do we hold a precious thing with feathers? How do we spot the hues in all that’s grey? How do […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 