all you really need
the nights you wake up screaming from dreams that seize you with worms that suck with tender lips your daring resolution to go on the nights when prose lies dead […]
Tag Archives: suicide
The dreams of Mathew Johnson – Friday Fictioneers.
Through cobwebs of lingering sawdust he saw opportunities gone. Once he had hunger for success, for business innovation, for being an encouraging father and a caring husband. Now it was […]
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 […]
Footprints to the sea – for Poetry Jam
the clouds lament in solitude as sea is sighing sorrow the footprints leading out to sea a soul of no tomorrow recalling what she wrote to him about his foul […]
The bottle – Friday Fictioneers
Mark entered the room to empty himself of Emily. It had been three months since the police came. The pink wallpaper reminded him how insistent she had been for the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 