Before dear-johned, you imagined sips of home. You imagined roses, different than crimson flowers blooming on your comrade’s chest. You imagined her atonement meant, before your flowers bloomed. Linked to […]
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 