Regrets remains in its jaundiced collar and the cuffs too frayed,too greyed it’s off-white now withBolognese stains, a missing buttonmildly mildew scented, but still I hope & add detergent, bleach , warm-wash, hopingthat maybe once again to […]
In this pandemic, days are added to days. Season follows season, and we have started to count the time in years. We can go on to live like this, as […]
At dusk the librarian anticipates the nightand gets ready to to close the doors;he walks the halls, making surethat every visitor and thief have left,and as shadows travel in his […]
The way you smileis how the candlelightmay briefly blaze a grey-winged moth into a fiery butterfly; this brilliant moment ishow my breath andmy heartbeats are kindled, burningbut as you turnand leave me […]
Tie me not with cashor chain me downto properties or gold; if you say thatfreedom can be cagedI’ll break my bonds;I’ll leave; but whisper wind and wrap me to your lifeand I […]
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 