From somewhere, murmurations, secrets spilled as arson, from lips unsealed to ears synapsed decoded into half-lies. Spreading dread and raging through undergrowth, a backdraft pestilence of hate, turned conclusions, of […]
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 