The red cloth around her bundle, a burden tied carefully around what’s left of life, she’s turned collateral, fleeing mortar serpents, a sacrifice to threat of unsheathed knifes, She could […]
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 