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 […]
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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 […]
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 […]
Shallow
Early March with razor sunshine and shadows spilling — ink on corpses of winter melting to mud. It could have been the first day of spring, or the last day […]
Dolly
Meeting for breakfast at their restaurant was a bittersweet but silent end. The waitress, Dolly, greeted them with her usual smile and they found their table by the window. “I got […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 