Too late to learn
Back-alley left to dumpsters, syringes and rats. Entering, Jed had been in a world of hitting first and leaving fast. That was before; when he still had a tenacious hold […]
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Your persian rugs – for dVerse and Visdare
I’ve walked these passages before, the passages and corridors you’ve sent me to explore. My sanity I’ve found behind a door, that’s painted blue. The door you guided me to […]
It could be you – prose poetry for dVerse and Visdare
The shadow of your silhouette lingers, tempting, tantalizing. It could be you, among the shadow-puppets dancing on the walls of these lugubrious walls, the walls of prison, the walls of […]
Scarecrows – Visdare climbing
aghast above in tree their silence ominous like little scarecrows they just wait a presence is like noose around my neck but as I’m climbing up they disappear and then […]
Geoff’s getaway – Visdare fiction
A little later than normal writing my Visdare entry. This is a little bit of lightweight humour. Geoff had not had a decent vacation for three years when he finally […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 