The library is eternallimitless withchambers followed by chambers,halls and corridorsand rooms within roomswith no distinguishable symmetry. From the robed librariansshuffling gently between shelves,a collective mutter can be heardfrom tirades, pleas, […]
You are given the choice betweenten times ten similar bottles of milk,butter and cream.You may scanthe shelves filled with soapunable to tellwhich one can washyour sorrows away;and you see the […]
After returning from our through-hike along the Swedish mountain range I ponder the shelters that we found providing protection from rain, wind, and bloodsucking bugs. We carried a tent and […]
I die with kisses bleeding on my browguarded, hardened by her lies when partingher shadow sieved from sorrow, thus awovedbeauty burning and the bliss of Amor’s dartingclean amissed. my hollow […]
I breathe, closing my eyeslisten to scents, memorieswrapped in urine-ammonia,cabbage and chlorinecigarettes, a fistful of bloodand testeroneous snicker.school —my face pressed into concreteunyielding. the rainas defenseless my tearsturn into marblesknowing […]
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 