Choice (or not)
Are you chosen by joyin the way a dust-moth danceswithout effort in afternoon sunor as a sea-song goesto rest on the beach at sunsetas the moon-street guides youinto heavenly sleep? […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Blame(d)
WARNING: my prose can be disturbing for sensitive persons and is of course 100% fictional. As November darkness devours my sanity I recall how it started already when traversing into […]
Mine is more
My sourdough starter,made from flour, waterequal parts by weightfed awakened in the morningbefore it’s time to bake,when the starter bubblesI mix with the strongestflour I can findfor taste some ryesome […]
Liars Behold
Oathbreakers, perjurers. sellersof snakeoil behold! your promisesbroken will change into daemonsof darkness, to amber-eyed imps,to the claw-fingered creaturesdevouring your spleen and probingprofoundly with delicate tools thesensitive crevices kept to yourself.Maligner, […]
Fear of the dark
From darkness deep and with its gaze aglow,retracted claws, the varmint slithers, sneaksbelow skeletal branches, tender cunning, slowits mind on murder, when a sudden creak.exposes evil and your heartbeats race,you […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 