Cagedin his solitude, moonless and lostthe ancient librarian dawdlesthrough dustof interchangeablehexagon chambersfor the last apparition of truthleft in the pulp-fiction-platitudeslost in the wakeof righteous book-burning youths,claiming that knowledge is onlythe […]
But why must all the operations in life be performed without an anesthetic?— Ernest Hemingway: To Have and Have Not (1937) After being left in mud,a lesser manand close to […]
When working from home during the current heatwave I once again recall how cool an office inside can be. Even now, when it’s close to sunset, our house is too […]
This midnight lure of blacknessvoids above, rest crammedbetween the luminosity of stately stars,brim with curiosity of feeble flares. Voids above rest crammed,an ancient canvas for the birthof stars; abundant matter […]
At first was dustbefore we drewthe linedividing mine from theirs,and soonwe let the linegrow tall; we ceased to talkacross the wall;said noand no again,which was the only wordwe shared;alas we […]
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 