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 