November. When tearful loudspeakers wails, conveying somber sofa solitude in everlasting songs of biting fog. November It’s raining heavy spoons, jaded by your thin onion soup lukewarm with regrets. November. […]
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 