Truer Tomorrow
Today I decided to leave I woke up late. It was overcast and as usual, you had already left for the city. I had nothing to clean, there were leftovers […]
Category Archives: prosery
Night-time, Enigma
Midnight weighs on her wet brow. a massive dread for what morning will bring. His wheezing voice still echoes as she hurries through deserted alleys for a cold mattress and […]
Pseudo-Poetry
Elle looked younger than her thirty-something, so when she registered on Tinder it didn’t take long for the creeps to start swiping her. She realized in the way they told […]
Making my mask
My asylum has a garden where I sometimes walk, pretending that the soothing drugs that storm my veins are the sober bliss of sunshine on my skin, that the bruising […]
Walnuts
Ever since February 24th, my life has been narrowed into brief interludes between air-ride sirens, empty shelves, and the lambent light of basements. My neighbors have left while I stay […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 