They said that after the grenade, colorless a silence crawled, odorless through dusty streets through rooms, where many still in sleep; suffocated with their lungs collapsing children, women, men. And […]
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 