Touched by able voices rationed prospects, aspects negotiating suspect matters drafted paperworks liquidated damages yet unpaid. Left to choices worked with hunger (meant) I’m nourished le(a)d befriending gravity afterwards. From […]
Tread lightly on the edge, collect your sense as pebbles cotton-wrapped to sentences, cause whispered words and silence both are going to extremes these days. There’s a price to pay […]
Paled, my senses hibernate — a hedgehog nested in my chest still too late to rest. Eternal winter: iced my eyes are blessed in cinder, darkly cried and streaked with […]
To mulch my limbs one day have withered underfoot To soil and there my soul, severed, becomes a thousand daisies, eyes of lawn, a smile for children’s feet. – […]
The thin veneer of day, its light is scabs for scars, Its wind a paper wall for mares. The daylight is Pandora’s box, still closed. It’s a breath prepared for […]
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 