Grand Rapids, December 7, 2027
Dear John, Your last letter brought tears to my eyes. I will never be able to watch crows in my backyard without thinking about their beaks buried in the eyeballs […]
Category Archives: prosery
Alone with November
She has a crush on November, All pretense of cheerfulness drizzling away, as a cigarette-butt slowly floating down the gutter. She draws the blinds, ceasing to cover her bruises with Mary Quant […]
Behind their spines
Did you know that when the library is abandoned, late at night you may hear the voices of forgotten books? From behind their spines heartbeats are heard and from somewhere […]
Darkness even darker
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again, Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca Sunset is sudden with a tired receding sun cocooning in the clouds. The treacherous moon is absent […]
Unresolved issues
I don’t think we really quarreled that midsummer night so many years ago. It was only a slight disagreement over some triviality. No, I have not forgotten and I haven’t […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 