Always afterwardsthey tiptoed,figleafed far away —shy and shunned;fallenfor figmental vicebut, oh so nice … that spiceforever scorchedon skin, the blissbeliefs called sin. but still a single kissarousesvows to perish, burn […]
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 