Scarce —my summer darknesswith velvet handsperfumes the night;not even silentit pretends to mournan absenceof the glowthat never leaves; by sea at midnightthe moon’stoo pale to sendits silver into the waves,as […]
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 