Fusing heart with heartin harmonyour strings so strangeforms symphoniesof sympathyand grows byintertwining mind to mindin scintillating flamesof adoration,to forge a common causeand saveboth soil and seafrom mutual ignoranceof artificialuntuned instruments. […]
Passing into pastour present shrivelsas future withers.… waiting …… wasting …we watch in silencespecks of dustsettlingturning into greywhatever oncewas bright. We have forgotten whywe waitbut still for every minutethis (t)reasongrows […]
Autumn isa graceful death,a time to waitwhen kissed by frostmaple-leaves ablazewill bronze, let goand sighing, slowly fall. They fall,they fall, form piles,delicately passeddeceasedthey decomposeto soilfor acorn, sapling, oakin spring sometimesto […]
Close to Equinox the daylight yields to night at such a rapid rate. We are getting used to breakfast and dinner being eaten in electric light. When we transition into […]
Flooded and burnedfrom dust into ashdrowning in mud,and we namethese disastersinstead of a child. Flowers without any fruitsurveillance and droneswe live to be safebut forget how to thrive. Fall without […]
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 