Vroom vroom beep beepextending manhoodfilling streets,our mean machinespollute the air and mind. While tweets of birdsand scents of bloomare strangled, stretchedand squeeeeezedinto sanctuary coffinswe call parks. Our progressis the city’s […]
Fashion is the questto be uniqueby doingwhat everyone is doing(NOW) Tik-tok driven, instantcheaper cheapwe shein our shameto shed ourselvesof sweat-shopped clothing.faster, faster into landfillsforgetting how its costis forward paidby others […]
Scarce —my summer darknesswith velvet handsperfumes the night;not even silentit pretends to mournan absenceof the glowthat never leaves; by sea at midnightthe moon’stoo pale to sendits silver into the waves,as […]
The sun is an oyster with turmeric hands,as the midmorning spring un-ribbon her hairto let tresses, as water, trickle through sandand merge with the restless waves of the sea,as apple-bloom […]
Rooks in flocks forge homeward,fresh-snapped twigs in beaksforest watches, silent, lost for wordsonly Owl knows the secrets seeked.Moon girls dance, tiptoe across bogsin his cave the lonely troll-boy weepsfor being […]
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 