Behind me
That last time we tried, pretending, hand in hand, in strained silence walking to the lake. The birches dressed in sheer green with a white carpet of wood anemones underneath […]
Category Archives: prosery
Mud under shoes
Ami-Rose Bell, sleepless, high on whatever, sat at the formica table, doodling in the pallid grease film their bender had left. Chuck left at dawn, going back to his wife. […]
Never said no
Forgotten and lost, Julie walks along the frozen dirt road. With soles worn thin each stone hurts, and the claws of the icy wind find the rips in her old […]
Burdensome scent
We walk together, no longer holding hands.Passing familiar streets, the wall of silence that had grown between us ever since we entered the movie — now impenetrable. We enter the […]
Loss and its cause
Since that morning, when ice filled her veins with the absence of her child, she remembered their last parting. Shared custody meant that Junior would be picked up from school […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 