In an effort explaining, making sensetelling us what’s deduced from factsa sudden sight perplexed him, tensedhim speechless, silenced, sidetrackedby apparitions of heavenly beautynever seen within the library’s wallssuch softness, a […]
Our righteous riots rooted outthe rot of vile, the cancer ofsociety vice, greed and pride,replacing gloom with glow.We are brightness, warmthyour future let us lead you,coax you, rule you, save […]
My father’s birthday was on September 13, and I still remember the year it was time to celebrate his 50th birthday. Guests were soon arriving when my little sister showed […]
Our slow-dance delivered uslazily, but with utmost carecloser, closerto the precipice of parting,so when you simplydelivered me a passive punch,I only felt reliefthat you gifted me goodbye,relieving me of blameto […]
Smothered so softly, slowly, and sadin a seemingly gentle soothing devotion,her home is a prison, a puddle an oceanperfumed with jasmine, roses, and brineconstrained by his claims: “you are mine”she […]
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 