The lossof pulsing heartsto bombs and beatings, sticksin myths, grows, fester into rage,revenge Revengeas sharp as icerests dormant and decadesfollow decades, explodes in springwith zeal With zealfresh, young soldiersmold themselves […]
Forever stuck in stagnant marshlands,we’re tied to routines, ruts to nowherestill and stale, no breeze, static. mooredwe’re, muted, we’re bored — Oh Lordplease send us tempests, galesand hand us plight […]
The ghosts of former tyrants haunt the tyrantknowing well that’s something rotten in the statealways grows, inspire the assassins wieldingpoison blades at night; the tyrant knows that foesare found within […]
I am the first you seeborn from beamsa mother sentto guide you throughboth joys and choresand though I am the lastto fade, to leave;my sister raise to mirror meand lead […]
Chalked – the contoursof corpses, soldiers lefton the silent streetsnow settling slowly underdust a whiter shade of paledust that smothers mothersdust that covers daughters soileddust that covers sootdust that hides […]
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 