A pink umbrella – haibun for dVerse
His grizzled hair is wet and seated on the sidewalk he observes how pedestrians try to look the other way. His skin, is spotty leather and his sunken rib cage […]
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… and she was light
Sun kissed the dry grass a last time before condensation froze to silvery rime. A veiled woman drifted almost aimlessly to the edge of an industrial plot. Cristina was beautiful […]
The wrecking of Tom
“Lorna, we need firewood tonight, go gathering for driftwood, girl.” Lorna, faces her father, fists clenched. “I have this washing first, the calico you brought last week has to be […]
A handsome man
We walk in wisps of nauseous fumes, in tickling rot of hate: in words, in deeds. We’re destined, weighted with our AK-47:s, and C4-belts. We hate your joy, your music […]
Tilling for tripwires
Tilling carefully, trip-wires mostly broken Rashid had no choice anymore. Starve, or go the same way as Yasmin, Malik and the others. He had been lucky to see peace, but […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 