To Juliet
My skin is not translucent and is stretched to hide your venom in my veins, but when I smell your hair or see the forests in your gaze, the perspiration […]
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
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 