Once, when days were passed in backseat view of spruces, boughs bending darkly over gravel roads, The sun became a stroboscope sharply glimpsed through pines. Car-seat vinyl mock-weave patterns imprinted […]
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 