How bridges mean an end (or two)
Bridges should unite not part, they should be more beginnings than an end. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, just like it did the day they called: “Is this Joanne […]
Tag Archives: fiction
We are all defeated
Mahogany skin: sunwarm, after all these years still calling. I think I can feel it purring when I let my hand trace its smooth hull. A vibration tempting me to […]
The bottom line
I never knew infinity was relative. I thought that traces could be buried deep in archives, that fraud was safe, and accountants never could be charged. But they digitized the […]
Crumbling truths
Afterwards the lies are crumbling. The sea is poisoned and through the smog the moon is a sickle in my blood. Sometimes I hear your voice: “They told us it […]
Tepid coffee
We were creatures of the night, consuming decadence of prohibition bars, sultry jazz and acid booze; with smoke of cigarettes hanging from your crimson lips we burnt like moths in […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 