Walking on tangerine corpsesafter the first night of frostscented with decaycrackling under my feet,lamenting the finality,briefly turning the paths into goldbefore being absorbedand swallowed by soilwhile the courtly kingmy oak, […]
Remembering the taste of fishwhen all we get are pork and spudsbecause the seas have died, no dishof haddock, cod is gone. my blood has thinned to water, while I […]
The hungry moon above — branches bendingfor the wind; a shadowplay of grasping clawsreaching for my heartbeat racing; an endingway too soon, behind me footfalls silent paws. From the belfry […]
A sun, still sleepyfails to warm my skin, whileblanketing the meadowsa morning mist wetmy shoes, the grass, still green,I raise my eyes and watchthe burning leaves of maple trees,birch trees […]
Behind taboos,the bookcaseof the books that’s bannedyou’ll findthe boomers bootlicking the boogiementhe bigot men in bootsand the hypocrite baboonsreading secretly the booksdenied to others, but one dayit will boomerang back […]
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
Björn Rudbergs writings 