The old deck
The old deck had turned grey, polished by weather, sun and wind, but Sven recoiled as it still stung his feet letting off splinters. Coming back he understood they had […]
Filled with stars
My first bed was made from wood and Masonite and it was painted blue. I have lucid memories being awake or maybe I should say being awakened, stunned in wonder […]
Too much sacrifice
Erasing self, to keep your social stature is a sacrifice no parent should expect a child to give. … and afterwards… what kind of wild darkness can you pour into […]
The night of Saint Lucy
Close to winter solstice Night is dressed in worsted wool, wears polished boots, his hands are pale as knives. He smiles in sickles, as he slyly whispers sordid lies and […]
In good hands?
It started to look good, water and soil had been dealt with. Woods and weed blended well with beasts, but it had been six days of hard and excruciating labor. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 