she’s volatile in soothing volumes, with volcanoes deep inside the whiffle as she whispers, hides whimsiness beneath she’s my summer substance, with suaveness as a thin veneer it hides her […]
the scorch of sun imprinted on my skin soon memory that still will linger by November fireplace a falling leaf reminds the squirrel what he forgot acorns underneath saplings seek […]
if pieces of your life are only blue it’s like an endless sky without a cause the parts will never fit you daily rue and you will struggle on without […]
Our love a withered rose with only thorns I keep it to remind me of what’s lost & gone recalling days before I was forlorn Our love is gone to […]
I always wondered why the Princesses are cute and brave and charming while the Princes are like cardboard figures devoid of character I would even go as far and for […]
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 