Today,an autumn filigree,of fiery boughs,branches bendingwith their fronds aflame,todaythe trees are mad;silhouettesagainst the rouge;pink eyed perhaps —they too need emptying;bending and undressingfor the callous handsof fall and fallingto my cozy […]
Stray me darlingdye me purple, dareto swerve meslowly from the groovesof being common. I vow to gigglemadly with the moonto talk to trees at duskto follow youaway, away — astrayfrom […]
Autumn tiptoes yet in high-heel shoes,wears a smock of green,a Summer’s hand-me-down,pretending that her overweight is veiledby Summer’s muslin gauzebut in her wardrobe she has keptlast year’s frizzled tweedof umber, […]
Don’t tell me liesof fall and fallingor of leavesor leaving fading , but whisper silversoothing slowlyreflecting summerin September moonlight,let stay pre-tending beingtended by a dying sun. Today we try our […]
Working from home new habits are forming; walking or running in the morning we are often passing the nearby elementary school. I see the teacher coming early, sometimes I can […]
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 