Oblivious Blackbird
I watch the bombers pass, an echo of warmth from your hand in mine. You were saved below in the company of earthworms and maggots. Saved from being blown apart, […]
Category Archives: prosery
Onus of gloom
We carried the onus of gloom, of a dying October, of silence draped over rot and decay. We were cold and had tried, we had lied. but there was nothing […]
Being lucky
Dawn crawled through the trenches, across the ground, pockmarked by yesterday’s mortars, rattling the skeleton-branches of oaks. Sergeant Harper coughed, the claws of mustard gas ripping his throat. Was he […]
Summer fling
Standing by the shore Elinor’s horizon-eyes brims with winters of deceit. The drowsy sea gives no relief; waves the same as yesterday … as everyday… But these clouds are clearly […]
Sunday, Finding self
We shared our breakfast in silence as usual. We split the newspaper, YOU had the news, I read the arts; YOU had coffee, I drank tea. It was Sunday with […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 