An old woman’s blessing
The day we started our walk the peaks were still covered with snow. Áhkká, the old woman, had let her silver hair loose to meet the summer breeze, returning after […]
The day we started our walk the peaks were still covered with snow. Áhkká, the old woman, had let her silver hair loose to meet the summer breeze, returning after […]
White is life; it’s every hue combined in equal measure. The passion of your heart, the love of red, of blood and anger. It’s the cold and distant blue, rejection […]
The following haiku by Sogi is very inspiring: abandoned house the garden taken over – butterfly home To me there is a clear narrative here, so I will try with […]
Luottolako is a high plateau in the nationalpark of Sarek; its remoteness — at least 3 days of strenuous walking from any road —- combined with the many days of […]
Traveling by subway on a Christmas Eve, you see the empty eyes of those that lost. For some the brief hour they could greet their child is over, other 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