Addicted Brutus: Caesar dying extracting fingernails, gruesome interaction jailer kindle mourners: nurture open pledge: questioning rightness Somber torture: underestimating vices Wet xeroma – yellow zealots! This brought up the number […]
The way the wine you offer me can touch my heart, is that your gaze, your feline smile a spell, or just a spill of foxglove in my wine? Magaly […]
The smell of tapas on la Rambla takes me back a thousand weeks I feel your skin as dewdrops on my glass Your hair as raven wings Your hand had […]
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 