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 […]
Category Archives: prosery
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 