In its twilight vastnessthe librarian is often lostamong obscure editionsfrom unknown publishers;among its shelvesthe dust has settledinto layers and beforehe finds familiarbooks, he pines forthe amazement offinally findingthose mythical mapshis […]
Once I believed that peace was the absence of war,that weapons were waste,that science of arms was harmthat forging swords into plow bills was always the best. Once I believed […]
We call August month of rotwhen growth of plants has ceasedand fungus, mold, and microbes rule,when we preserve, ferment and pickleto transform our harvests into food instead of muckIt’s the […]
The brooding dawn was a precursor, we should have listened to the traffic holding its breath, sky a tense diaphragm, throbbing, drenching the newscaster’s voice. We should have prepared but […]
a hand raised skywards, the cairn adorns the summitrocks balanced on rocks sell both end and beginningsso before they retreat, pilgrims kiss the topmost stoneweathered soft as skin, as rocks […]
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 