I breathe, closing my eyeslisten to scents, memorieswrapped in urine-ammonia,cabbage and chlorinecigarettes, a fistful of bloodand testeroneous snicker.school —my face pressed into concreteunyielding. the rainas defenseless my tearsturn into marblesknowing […]
Broken by burdens of mornings,lumpy with absenceher pillowcannot bring comfortof nescience,she raises at dawnwith shadows of duskand the dust of their discordswaiting to greet herwhen later returninggreeting the voidsof abandonment, […]
When do boys forget the breaststhat fed him,and only see the female body as his haven for lust? When, when, whendo brothersonly see their manhood in the mirrorof their sister’s […]
High above his agent-ravens soarcawing coal-cloudscarrion-bird sailingshadow-winged indifferentto anything but to whattheir master bids,they watchthey listen to our soulsdeduce and know of wars to come,bringing tidings to the Godsof battle, […]
The dusk tonight has razor clawsbut sneaks upon you, supple, softas failing embers brings your frost Secluded in her fluffy pawsshe brings you comfort, wine, and warmthand wraps you softly […]
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 