Dragonlike, that night,we spilled our spells,amalgamated,intimimated, closer, deeperfurther, higher everhigher until we fireflewabove our beingsand died in tiny fragments,burned, combusteduntil we fell exhaustedinto brine, our sea of self. That night […]
I don’t mind the normal weeds;I find baby Nettles perfect for soupand the Ground Elder tastes betterthan spinach in stew,and someday I may even turnmy dandelion blooms into wine. but […]
Monday, lead-laden with tasks and liabilities. A whole week of hours and hours, of powerpointing, of random arbitrations, negations, and negotiations. This morning winter was back and they promised snowfall […]
You came from the past,born to believe induty, to always exceed,to always do your best,I think you might havebelieved in change, butnever felt at homewith revolutionary youth, you werea conservative […]
You’ve gifted me daylighta sun-tingled soft sensation of changes,a shift of perspectivefrom darkness to brightness,a closeness to spring andsubtle sensations of joy. While today it was overcast, with daylight dressedin […]
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 