Self-consumedwith serpent’s mind,sensing misery in selfwhen juxtaposedwith other’s fortuneturning gold to ash. Awaketo being gorgonizedwith sagging breastsand rot in breath,while snaking tresses stupifyand throttles mindto blow flies’ buzz —a useless […]
The winter had been endlessly grey, sharing its hues with the blurred ink of my morning newspaper. Last year’s grass bowed, buff-colored, still resilient to its final decay, still waiting […]
Within the librarythe present and the pastpredicts the future,prose and poetry alikeis what takes us to the moon,destroys, bring warsand ecocide. Days to come will mirror,not repeatbecause the human mindwith […]
In moonsilver spilled painting pathsbetween the stately headstones lostIn my mind repeating voices, wrath,mistakes made, the ”why” that’s tossed the dagger-words embeds themselvesmy mumbling shield: “I do not know”“I didn’t […]
undulating curvesenchantress youunnerve me perfumedI’m sacrificedleftin electric attarwrung from cinnamonand midnight rose in your gazethe mysteryof a sickle moonat three am your voicestringent, strongunravels sleepand bind merestlesstetheredand enslaved. De hosts […]
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 