I breathe, closing my eyeslisten to scents, memorieswrapped in urine-ammonia,cabbage and chlorinecigarettes, a fistful of bloodand testeroneous snicker.school —my face pressed into concreteunyielding. the rainas defenseless my tearsturn into marblesknowing […]
Broken by burdens of mornings,lumpy with absenceher pillowcannot bring comfortof nescience,she raises at dawnwith shadows of duskand the dust of their discordswaiting to greet herwhen later returninggreeting the voidsof abandonment, […]
Bobbing in the bluereflections of yet anotherday of pleasing boozingartist buddies abates,.She feels the shadowof his brush and easel,she reduced to oil on canvasshe herself a painterher idle fingers itchingfor […]
Hear the crackleof gunfire blood-bombs,the clicking of steel onto steelhark the cacklefrom contracted mercenarieshired for casual carnagefor killings, for feedingthe cravings of jackals,for offering spoil to carrion crows,blood-eyed, tearing at […]
When do boys forget the breaststhat fed him,and only see the female body as his haven for lust? When, when, whendo brothersonly see their manhood in the mirrorof their sister’s […]
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 