It’s not from gneiss, those rocks but diamonds, gold and emeralds, pretending to be cinder-blocks razor-wired brimstone netherworld. It lends its sheen from bank-notes green, it’s the clogged-up arteries, your […]
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 