Autumn isa graceful death,a time to waitwhen kissed by frostmaple-leaves ablazewill bronze, let goand sighing, slowly fall. They fall,they fall, form piles,delicately passeddeceasedthey decomposeto soilfor acorn, sapling, oakin spring sometimesto […]
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 