Self-consumedwith serpent’s mind,sensing misery in selfwhen juxtaposedwith other’s fortuneturning gold to ash. Awaketo being gorgonizedwith sagging breastsand rot in breath,while snaking tresses stupifyand throttles mindto blow flies’ buzz —a useless […]
We craved for other cars, for raises, clicks and likes, we built another fence despite the fact that grass was always greener on our neighbor’s side. Side-by-side in boxes we […]
How the wayward wind is let || to whirl your golden hair When not even moon can move you || I´m a mortal to your gaze You’re its raven — […]
Upwards, onward, always on the move. “Do your best”; my father’s voice comes back to haunt me. “There’s a day tomorrow”; I hear my juvenile falsetto responding; but as a […]
sound of silence midnight loneliness hurts my ears “A great singer is he who sings our silences” (Khalil Gibran) echoes in my empty heart – her bathroom songs “I have […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly
Björn Rudbergs writings 