A rain of missiles from abovemorning kamikaze droneshurled at playgrounds,bicycle paths in the morning rush,on residential houseson anything resembling normalto cause fear,to terrorize the sleep-deprivedhunkering again in subway stations.This should […]
I haven’t named my sourdoughit would be an omen,to bring you bread unleavened,faint and flat just like the friendyou hold too dearwho brings you sorrow in betrayal,the sourdoughyou love too […]
Elle looked younger than her thirty-something, so when she registered on Tinder it didn’t take long for the creeps to start swiping her. She realized in the way they told […]
Summer defeated by frostsulking she left, carried by geesesouthbound leaving for autumnsucculent grapes on the vines, Leaves wrought by wind from the treesleisurely falling. my facelends a cushion briefly beforeleaf […]
I can’t turn my backto corrosive corruption,to kickback consumption of peyote and weedto the pertinent perks of pussy and paintto booze consumed in betrayal of back alley yearninglicking the lashes […]
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 