Exhale — let spirit merge with first November’s mud-born shadows, rancid, ripe and fungi-filled, drizzled, eye-lid-burdened-born in autumn’s lack of light. Exhale — let loose remaining light, embrace this reek […]
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 