Darkly this tempest is blowing listless and compressing midnight to obsidian shards; we’re sworn obsessiveness, doomed in a sootiness of chimneys broken, to icicles hurled against our soil. Dreaded, this […]
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 