At dawn, we picked at scabs,struggledto unitch eczema leftby disparities of pastimes,our opposing perspectivesmanifested in contentious words.hurled when werewolfedunder the Cherry Moon. Now, displaced from nightwe lingered, lingermuted and displeasedlacking […]
Midnight weighs on her wet brow. a massive dread for what morning will bring. His wheezing voice still echoes as she hurries through deserted alleys for a cold mattress and […]
She was a hoarder, momsaving pebbles and coinsrandom pictures and art.collected, gathered, saved With her glass in my palmI recall the layers of dustonto maps and the chartsfor the stuff […]
I fear my dearyou wouldn’t carethe leastif you could scareme stiff with beastsyou breedwith ghosts you hostwith veins, you bleedand flesh you roast.My dear — I fear you notmy daemon […]
Their worldwide war on wordsis wrought from proxy wordsprudent words of high esteemwords of praise pretending weightbut being weightless words,words that leave you satedwith an empty mind,words that fill your […]
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 