Veiled songs
Her song had turned monotonous Leyla remembered the first days of excitement when Samir proposed, and she imagined the blue-skied life an ocean away. Now an ocean separated her from […]
Tag Archives: fiction
Dust and daffodils
Dust and trash. I can neither live on memories nor leave my past. I hear your laughter in every book you read, I smell betrayal in the withered daffodils you […]
How the west was won
It wasn’t with your guns the west was won, it was the concept that our soil was owned, it could be fenced, divided, never shared. But buffalo need water, need […]
Coloring between the lines
“Forgive me father, I have sinned”, Behind the grate Father Tom saw her eyes, brimming with tears. He closed his eyes to focus on Maria’s voice. “Tell me”, “I cannot […]
Paying the ferryman
My boat is ready, when they come in groups. Orphans, elderly, unshaven men and teenage girls. The mica in their eyes reflect the river; fear; but in their hands they […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 