Bracken -brown I breathe, one eye openedcamouflaged, alone. I note the callous sungone pale, grey behind its autumn shroud,almost turning day to night and my moth-mind. moon-mind, flutters skyward higherwhere […]
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 