Jack Kerouac wrote: playing basketball – the lady next door watching again And I respond with an American Sentence Toothless gaffer watches his sunbathing neighbor when sprinklers go off. Linked […]
We always feel protected from the grey beyond, from wisps of mist that eat at flesh, from curiosity of greener grass. It’s all a lie – you tell us so. […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Björn Rudbergs writings 