Some magnetic poetry, try for yourself here.
Watching the sordid sea
Some magnetic poetry, try for yourself here.
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
Some magnetic poetry, try for yourself here.
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 
“No gorgeous ache as rust (rused; are/our us t:ea) as me.” I flipping love that. There is no gorgeous ache to parallel that of rust … because it’s waited and waited and waited. So you’re comparing yourself to rust. (Or not. It’s just a thought.)
“a boy could never love her” … Whew, is that the truth! Except her son. Maybe he could love her. (Or perhaps the she is the sea. Maybe it takes a man to love her. A sailor. Ooh, so now maybe the she is a siren in the sea.)
“… could never love her thousand buts” … Incredible.
Ask the moon. I love that. The moon sees it all and could probably tell us some pretty juicy stories.
This is really cool. You should do more of them.
It was so fun laying the puzzle.. to do what you can with limitations… I see a possibility to expand this into a larger poem… Maybe using the magnetic site as a startingpoint.