Afterwards in the temporary morguethe corpses whispered putrid storiesto the twilit void they once called home.They repeat the revolutionary versessang to a riot-geared audience, theirbutchers with cattle-prod arms. Theywhisper of […]
Imagine thunder from artillerythe reek of mud and fleshthe fog-horn panic when we seeka subway safety belowwhen the war we never wantedcloses in;and I pray for ironwork of gunsfor bombs, […]
Beneath her bangsthat sultry gazeenkindlesin my flesh and minddesire, lust and lossof plansexcept to falldevoted on my knees,beggingbeggingher to tethertightly meor forever set mefree to seekmy fortune inforgetfulness alone Today […]
Far from a cake-walk, going from seasick sailors to bakers,with a hygienenot keeping pacewith consumer demands,Frasse, Janos and Hildingmade me awarethat birthday cakedropped from the topof my wishlist. With an […]
Two AM.A sullen wind pulling the pine trees bidding farewell.Alone, as you can only be among strangers in an asylum, I hear voices from the corners. Accusing voices of promises […]
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 