My dreams just died @ 2AM. Sheet-entangled, pillow-crushed fluorescent-number-blinded tick-tock-clocked-aware bewared my thoughts are grinded into grime. @2 AM my mind is dwelling-dancing, mumble-fumbling for illusions, gasping-gripping in delusions and […]
When the riptide comes you are the force of moon p-u-l-l-i-n-g water & draining estuaries, leaving in its wake a smell of seaweed. “Why did you leave the water running?” […]
Bullets of your butterfliesare hands beating at the fuseYour ants are wearing lions:as a march hare through the mill. Debase are kid glovesnipping at the hard placeof my gilded ball-park.My […]
I. Boulders side by side a brotherhood when river-water finds a frothy way around – side by side a shelter to provide salmon spawning space. II. Communicating brotherhood with words […]
little star hiding her shyness behind cumulonimbus words sparkling enigma not for plucking father says aging star waiting for a breeze to clear the sky burning cold only shrinking secrets […]
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 