Night Windows
We had worked in silence to gather up our pieces, trying in vain to separate the knick-knacks of our twenty years of failure into separate piles. The worthless ledger of […]
Tag Archives: Edward Hopper
Nighthawks
Three AM at the singles’ bar on the edge of closing — like lilies on a coffin with neon pale faces reflected in the eyeless glass, a young couple make […]
Morning sun
Morning sighed, it beamed and paled its beams on bedroom walls are wails and stains. Awake before she waned and faded echoed with specks of dust she left. This is […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 