Rocks in my pocket – For Friday Fictioneers
The oily river floats like molten lead, trying in vain to swallow my lugubrious memories. The last day at the hospice you said; – Remember, I will always walk beside […]
Tag Archives: loss
She keeps her roses in a treasure chest
She seeks the roses of a faded youth and saves them deep inside her treasure chest its wheels could play a madrigal of truth but all she hears is sunshine […]
The old deck – Friday Fictioneers
The old deck had been polished by weather and wind. Sven recalled when it was still giving off splinters, but now he let the planks kiss memories of happier times […]
Listless is no more – for Friday Fictioneers
your fences leave me here alone defenceless I’m cast away to wait outside for you to change ceaseless lingering, I stay but from inside I smell decay and cheerless attitudes […]
Parting with your letter – Friday Fictioneers.
The way the sky blushes as it’s kissed by the rising sun, reminds me of your cheeks that November night when we become a unity, so long ago. Now when […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 