This dusk at autumn’s equinox. is veiled behind the pewter cloudsof moisture-laden mist anda season-sorrow pregnant gloom. This twilight trepidationis a lead-wight dread of luminescence lost it’s a shadowplay of bending boughsto […]
Broken shadows across the cracked groundfrail elm trees succumb to the fall,apples are lost from the boughs,rodents ravage the spoil;that’s why Septemberis death, rot andremembranceof summerwe wasted,love welost Had to […]
Those plows, the gallant geese who leave uspaled in last anemic summer’s claws; while withered flowers stand as sentinels to our anamnesis while wemight comprehend how fall means falling further untilstilled […]
She grew up to be wild, but ended up a street-urchin, teen-age mother. For the sake of her kids she grew up fast and found herself a moderate dwelling, she […]
Before His library is wider than its wallsand taller than the border of its roof, It has oceans, mountains and pathsleading deeper ever deeper into forests. It has galaxies and […]
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 