Failed resolutions
All that remains of last night’s promises is the smell of ammonia, broken bottles and dead stars. My resolution has waned. Panting I stop. The waistband of my tights keep […]
Tag Archives: fiction
A persistent itch
The persistent itch of his nicotine patch was almost worse than being cramped in coach. Allen traveled light: one carry-on with toothbrush and underwear was sufficient. Inventions and ideas carried […]
Another day awake
Everything looks different in reflection. We forget the cold and rainy mornings for the sunny few. We forget the bitter dregs left in our coffeecup for the first aromatic sip. […]
It could be Monday
Genre: Experimental noir Last night had been filled with stars, soft music from her lips. Promises. This morning it is fog and mud. Mold and glass rings on my kitchen […]
Just like the birds
Below, he’s tethered by confusion of my walls, that beast is lost to the intricacy of labyrinths. I hold his secret and for this I’m kept imprisoned here. The seaways […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 