All along the watchtower
Their loaded machine guns could not been seen against the blinding searchlights, but Jorge knew the routines. He recalled the guards’ jargon and how they had quenched memories at the […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
The old deck – Friday Fictioneers
The old deck had been polished by weather and wind. Sven recalled when it was still giving off splinters, but now he let the planks kiss memories of happier times […]
Listless is no more – for Friday Fictioneers
your fences leave me here alone defenceless I’m cast away to wait outside for you to change ceaseless lingering, I stay but from inside I smell decay and cheerless attitudes […]
Parting with your letter – Friday Fictioneers.
The way the sky blushes as it’s kissed by the rising sun, reminds me of your cheeks that November night when we become a unity, so long ago. Now when […]
My concrete heart – Poetry for Friday Fictioneers.
The choices that I cannot make between what’s right for me or what’s right. Are there answers on the wall? Painted clear with brazen clarity, In letters scribbled yes or […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 