Before
Before: Forever happy un- abridged “Yes” — she said that day, yet unpaired: des- paired he’s left bereft today, silenced into shade. There are days when water’s paled with voices […]
Before: Forever happy un- abridged “Yes” — she said that day, yet unpaired: des- paired he’s left bereft today, silenced into shade. There are days when water’s paled with voices […]
Tilling carefully, trip-wires mostly broken Rashid had no choice anymore. Starve, or go the same way as Yasmin, Malik and the others. He had been lucky to see peace, but […]
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Fifteen of my former students from Skrivarakademin in Stockholm are releasing their jointly written story cycle this Saturday the 7th of November downstairs at Folkuniversitetet…
My fever smells of leather, ail- ment: spells of weather, rivers, slept in tents. Through hail, I left my comfort; shiver with clouds of summits and on roads not taken […]
The art of baking a bread starts with knowing the flour. When you smell it, are you transported to wheat fields, to summer and soil? Can you feel the sun […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly