Tournesol

I turn my face to meet the sun but bows to hide from wind and rain, I’m born in soil and strong I stretch my supple stem towards the sky […]

The view from here ... Or here!

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein

the woes and dreams of a twenty-something with too many feelings

Now we see through a glass, darkly

A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.

rejuvenatement - not retirement

words and scribble.

The Quantumverse

Poetry

About fantastical places and other stuff

Björn Rudbergs writings