The sound of highways, massaged by restless tires; sluggishly moving with the rush-hour glow-worms of constipated dreams. Collectively we’re quenched by listless waiting; stuck behind snowplows, with inane radio-shows to […]
constellations in the virgin snow bear has passed Linked to Carpe Diem — November 10, 2014
Dead man still recalls the lost sensations of his final smooth claret, the crystal curvature of expensive glass; cool against his manicured hands, the way his solemn loneliness was reflected […]
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 