Metamorphosis
His rigidity raised an iron wall between me and my sister. We have never met since he forced me to leave. She takes me to the room where his open casket […]
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Dumpster citizens
I know you hate us. We who walk namelessly and know the shadows best.Sunshine hurts us, so at dawn, we slither into cul-de-sacs hunting for the dumpster darkness. We rest […]
Dumpster motherhood
She grew up to be wild, but ended up a street-urchin, teen-age mother. For the sake of her kids she grew up fast and found herself a moderate dwelling, she […]
Nope means no
Eunice adjusted the cap to cover his face. He was dressed in the same clothes he wore when he left but his once-bright yellow cardigan was brown-smudged and soiled. Shame […]
Prohibition years
I remember, in daylight pretending, be straight and dependent. Breadwinner and accountant, but as soon as the gaslights were lit, I was drawn to speakeasies where bourbon and flappers gave […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 