Moonlit hunger
From the wild darkness of the moor the howling hound is heard. The moon in its second quarter and follows with its shadow a young maiden running barefoot through the […]
Category Archives: prosery
New habits
When wind grew fangs I fetched my winter-coat, my gloves and newsboy cap from the wardrobe. Sufficiently warm I walked alone along the wet streets, swallowing the streetlights. reflecting only […]
What did the black cat know?
Before parting we went down to the docks where we first embraced. Since then, kisses have grown cold. The harbor reeks of spilled oil, and from the estuary a lost […]
Partner in Crime
Amanda collected her thoughts while washing her hand; ridding herself of the past. Slowly she scrubbed her nails, lathering skin, seeing in suds how the future gathers. In vine, bush, […]
A similar way?
When autumn came with leaves falling slowly as my tears never shed, it was over. You had left me in silence. Silenced with too much unsaid. I never told you […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 