It’s not in its melodyit’s neither from violin nor timpanineither from the woodwind weepingnor in the cello’s sobbing,but in the merciful silence,that tantalizing temptationof nothing , right between the last […]
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 