Summer evening
Outside Stockholm it is close to eight o’clock in the evening. The sun shines through the living room windows and I hear the loud singing from a party of students […]
Outside Stockholm it is close to eight o’clock in the evening. The sun shines through the living room windows and I hear the loud singing from a party of students […]
Cars, passing, their headlightsilluminating the cadaverof autumn’s last hedgehogand our neighbour’s daughtersbury the hedgehogamong the wet leaves in the little parkopposite to our buildningI listen to them sobbingwalking to the […]
Between the shelves of early modernand mediaeval historyhe rests his head betweenhis knees and dreamspretending to be asleepbelow the tarmac of a parking lot. He sense the silenceafterwards,the king’s corpse […]
Always afterwardsthey tiptoed,figleafed far away —shy and shunned;fallenfor figmental vicebut, oh so nice … that spiceforever scorchedon skin, the blissbeliefs called sin. but still a single kissarousesvows to perish, burn […]
Guided by moon-sickle silverwe seek in the darkness a riverof dreams leading from duskinto twilight of dawn, but struckby fears of creature and crimewe’re locked in this circle of timewhere […]
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