Smothered so softly, slowly, and sadin a seemingly gentle soothing devotion,her home is a prison, a puddle an oceanperfumed with jasmine, roses, and brineconstrained by his claims: “you are mine”she […]
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 