A full length mirror
The splendor of himself. His limbs, his hair, his eyes, his voice — perfection. Edmund had always been taller. He was admired and broke the heart of his first girl […]
Tag Archives: fiction
A cruel month
February is cruel, but nowadays it’s from lack of light and not from snow or ice. “Here was once a bridge”, Jack points at the rotting stumps extruding through fermenting […]
Next stop des Moines
Our bus is a cocoon; united only few of us diverges into time and space. We ride a comet’s tail, we are encased inside a satellite. Light outside are planets; […]
Sandcastles
There is a trace of spring in the air, as we walk the same route as every day. “We built it well, Eileen, it looks exactly like when we moved […]
Silence
Silence. Once I craved it, breathed caesuras, rare moments when cacophonic demands paused. My days were filled with “Mother please… “, “I don’t want…” or “Later mom…”. . Now I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 