We stood by the riverof moon-spilledslivers of silver,but that nightthe love in your eyessparkled, outshinedthe celestial shimmersky had to offer. Now shore-boundI’m waiting, alonewith the moon-rivercalling me backto rememberyears that […]
In its twilight vastnessthe librarian is often lostamong obscure editionsfrom unknown publishers;among its shelvesthe dust has settledinto layers and beforehe finds familiarbooks, he pines forthe amazement offinally findingthose mythical mapshis […]
The library hasno other mirrorsthan the one he foundat twelve noonbetween the stanzasof arcane Tudor poetry.. In this indivisible spacehe saw an unmarked voidthat perfectly fithis vacant soulstill waiting to […]
You asked me to bepresent in your past,being made awareof your injustices. You wantedto be gracious,and pardon thosewho left,but you never foundthe time to ponderour future, until ungraciously aloneI leftyou […]
Mirror me from moonless twilight,from convicted waters dulledby sullen duskburied beneath waterlogged bracken- Dye me from hesitant windswrithing between forgottenheadstones of a countryside graveyard. Build my flesh from peat,and I […]
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 