I, shadowlessled by pale cravingsfollowher scent of lavenderand innocence. Dead yet living,I cannot helpmy yearningsfor the flowersof her youth. So closeI sense the veinsbeneath her skinI bare my teethanointing herto […]
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 