It had to be pink – Friday Fictioneers
Pink was always your choice, and we argued about it many times. Now I realize it was the sore thumb that made paradise perfect. When I close my eyes I […]
Carpe Diem Haiku – Yekaterinburg
Our train ride is about crossing borders. Borders between continents and regions, but also our inner borders. Sometimes these crossing coincide, maybe it’s the interruption of a simple sign that […]
As reputations die – for dVerse
as conversations turns to poison snakes and dagger whispers cutting piece by piece when claws of slander ripping hearts in ache are hateful words ‘n acceptable caprice? as reputations die […]
Carpe Diem Haiku – Perm
Conversations meander like the many small rivers and brooks we pass. All of the sudden I feel that you have left, as your thoughts have carried you through many doors […]
Crossroads
With hurried clicks from her stiletto heels she rushes home to celebrate success and filling up the emptiness she feels when drunk on crimson wine she finds her bliss She […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 