Night’s a silent river, candle-clocks are hands unlocking cabinets. to all anticipated secrets; time’s a canopy a-quiver. teardrop leaves a-falling and below a staircase still in- definite: night’s an island; […]
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 