Faithfully
As soon as I told my first lie, I could never go back. I had to cover up my stories with layers of deceit. Contradictions had to be covered with […]
Category Archives: prosery
Mercy
Understanding my deceits did not come easy. You tried to tell me. You cried, you cursed. You tried silence and sweetness, even bribing me with food (your bipimbap was delicious). […]
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 […]
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 