I have a sense that sympathetic synergies, has quarterly expanded into an affinity and mutual cardiovascular connections. As proactive measure I hereby testify with double signatures on this certificate affirming […]
I’m thankful for the slanting rays of sun, for moonbeam silver in the mountain tarn. I’m thankful for the mostly silent guns, that people eat and have sufficient grain, that […]
You are the strings that resonate on emptiness, the timpani that syncopate my beating heart; you are conductor’s sheets of unplayed symphonies. Together we explore the starlit harmonies of lightyear […]
When searching through the manifolds of dimensions where your strings attach. I find a single strand among bosonic welts that connects your beating heart to the pulsars of Andromeda Those […]
sustained in her watery womb of indigo sustained in waterlogged wakedness for his existence sustained by the wickedness of waiting, waiting, wanting sustained with barely heartbeats from his bursts of […]
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 