Oathbreakers, perjurers. sellersof snakeoil behold! your promisesbroken will change into daemonsof darkness, to amber-eyed imps,to the claw-fingered creaturesdevouring your spleen and probingprofoundly with delicate tools thesensitive crevices kept to yourself.Maligner, […]
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 