How to share the grain.
“It must be filled with grain”, Ian’s eyes burned with hunger, a finger resting on the trigger of their only AK-47. “It’s all ours now”, his gaze met Sara’s. Sara […]
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The whistle blower
Through the soles of my feet I feel the weight of the ore they’ve ripped from the soil. The heavy wheels tell me stories of machinery and guns, of steel […]
Dignity lost and found
Finally she was alone – resting. I had been watching her graceful dance; the magic of her presence energized the melodies. Despite fears I had to act. I grabbed two […]
Softness of the moss
For every year Martha shrunk a little. It had been sixty years now; Sixty years since her father changed her future. Every day she paid with prayers in the convent. […]
Out by dawn
They always say we can’t stay rooted, that our blood craves travel. Last night our three weeks here were gone; eviction-note, a slap in the face: “Out by dawn” , […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 