In fiddle-wrecking, mustard-seeking, grasp for comprehension. Should we wreck the sacred fifty-five? of honesty-compression and lugubrious self-exposing, word-explosions beyond the mind-expanding borders of the sacred fifty-five. Should we paint-by-number Friday-ode’s […]
with lashes of your language-dagger you’re cutting pieces with your anger-axe and carve me nicely with your wrangle-scalpel but when you use your temptress-snake and softly twirl your honey-fork around […]
we huddle and we shut our windows escape the brushstrokes of what’s different as mauve is safer than what’s purple we find solace in what’s beige and grey and avoid […]
I feel the warmth of sun in singing birds the wind’s a gentle kiss on broken lips I smell the sea in nature’s lulling words like pomegranates are rubies, your […]
As deep within the folds he finds her luscious nectar to devour until she wither she might bind but then he leaves for younger flower Shanyn runs dVerse Poetics today […]
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 