I mix tequilatriple-sec,squeeze the limeand let my fingergraze the glass-rimsalt it, servemyself alone. I imagine sea,sounds of surfthe smoky scentof barbecueand music laughter,yesterdayand far away Summer smelledof coriander leavesbut silence […]
Behind usmoon-kissed seasound of surfscent of salt;sand still warmhands seeks solaceskin on skinwe conversein racing heartbeatswhen a suddendraught of windice the spelland we return foryou to meetagainyour waiting groom. Today […]
this saddest datetests detest aheadthe heated hate at haste, at hasteas assets heistedestates, the shedsstashed at haste detested deedsthe hated hats heads heeds shadesedated hateash sheets deads the datethe date […]
In the library time isa six year old girl named Aldorarunning through the corridorsand alleys and seeminglywith her unicorn magic takingyou over storm-ridden seasacross snow laden valleysinto Mediaeval battle fieldswhere […]
Marge knew how to purge blood from her soiled clothes, any woman knew, but It had been messy. Had to be… Tim deserved it a million times for what he […]
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 