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 […]
Category Archives: prosery
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 