Ragless, lesser man
But why must all the operations in life be performed without an anesthetic?— Ernest Hemingway: To Have and Have Not (1937) After being left in mud,a lesser manand close to […]
Tag Archives: loss
The precious jar
The young man hesitated before he left; the house foreclosed was empty, furniture collected, walls repainted, but on the kitchen counter was their jar of batteries; collected; ready for recycling. […]
Yellow woods
A road not taken. You always said it was you, not me when you left me in the yellow woods. “We can still be friends”, I said. You smiled, “Of […]
The smile that graced my lips
Dervished, danced to frenzied fall in silvered shadows she’s the hallowed call my past, my future; but today she’s mist. There are days when still, when the softness of her […]
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. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 