United
We praise them with a fervor of death, with bloodlust and hunger, with belief and passion to conquer our foes, Our voice is singular — one; and at eve of […]
Category Archives: prosery
Finding a home
The dilapidated house looked nothing like the description in the ad. Sure, it said that “some touch-up required”, but this needs a bulldozer, thought Steve. Alas Elle was excited; she […]
In the Vastness of sorrowful thoughts
In the days leading to spring equinox, I sense how the darkness is losing its grip and in its wake follows this numbness of dusk. Today the sky presses its […]
Shallow
Early March with razor sunshine and shadows spilling — ink on corpses of winter melting to mud. It could have been the first day of spring, or the last day […]
Old Curt
They only know me as Curt and I keep to myself. I never wanted to end up living with bullfrogs and mosquitoes as neighbors, but the law cannot touch me […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 