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, […]
Category Archives: prosery
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 […]
Non-nomadery
I was born far from the sea, and only in November I could sometimes taste the salt in the wind. I grew roots, and settled, and any dreams I might […]
Seedling
The winter had been endlessly grey, sharing its hues with the blurred ink of my morning newspaper. Last year’s grass bowed, buff-colored, still resilient to its final decay, still waiting […]
Sail away
Many years ago we decided to follow the same path in the direction laid out by providence. We travel without a map and compass so at every crossroad we wait […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 