Above the tear-blurred canyontheir calling cawssend me contrast-less colours,telling tales of what to be,a blindness for all but past,which is my “now”. My watercolour mindis everything and naught,a glimpse of […]
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 