Underneath —were earthworms windaround the bonesof decomposing bodiesone skeletal fingerremains accusingpointing skywards. A declaring digitgiving evidence againstthe assassin witha spadefor digging graves. But will the cold moonever tell the taleon […]
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 