Dark Crossroad
Dearest, I write these words from the crossroad we made. The sun has set, There are no stars, no moon. In the listless breeze I’m getting ready to leave. With this […]
Tag Archives: prose
Never said no
Forgotten and lost, Julie walks along the frozen dirt road. With soles worn thin each stone hurts, and the claws of the icy wind find the rips in her old […]
February night
On Saturday evening when the sun had completely set we took our backpacks, tent, and sleeping bags and walked into the dark wood. For the first kilometers we walked along […]
Night-time, Enigma
Midnight weighs on her wet brow. a massive dread for what morning will bring. His wheezing voice still echoes as she hurries through deserted alleys for a cold mattress and […]
Blackbirds again
Blackbirds, blackbirds from thickets and from trees, before the buds have broken, they greet me when I walk through woods. I have understood that the Eurasian blackbird is a true […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 