His folly are is his hidden carnal books,with sentences of craving thirst, of flesh and skinof napes and necksof night and silk,of everythingthat makes him mannot librarian. These words of vile he […]
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 