My garden rests naked. Heavy, laden with rain, autumn-drained from its growth and summer-serfdom of daylight from the restless chlorophyll mechanics grinding green through its roots and its limbs to […]
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 