I dream darkly,like that bile eruptingunprocessedafter eating too much curry,my dreams are built frombitterness of lingering regretsfrom fermented vindicationsremaining still unclaimed. My dreams are draperiesit’s soot and ashmy shroud prepared,My […]
Once, when younger trying …in vainspeaking to girls;I stumbled on syllablesand couldn’t make sense,stitching intentionsinto sentenceswithout tripping on words. Only much laterI aged and was trainedinto tellingand tried to catch […]
It shines in the garden,in the white foliage of the chestnut tree,in the brim of my father’s hatas he walks on the gravel.Mark Strand, The Garden Midday today, it started […]
Soft as pillows,unbroken sea of snow,free untilwe carve our tracksnorthward boundweek upon weekthrough white-out, stormsand april sunsnow both path and beduntil at lastwe reach an endto meet the spring. A […]
Understanding my deceits did not come easy. You tried to tell me. You cried, you cursed. You tried silence and sweetness, even bribing me with food (your bipimbap was delicious). […]
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 