Why do trees concealthe splendor of their roots? Pablo Neruda, Book of questions. In the gilded ballroomdebutants and Botox matronstwerk and twirl to catch the attention from thewhite-masked dinner-jacket-men “There […]
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 