Yesterday,the Moon-shadowedsun hid to blacken the woodseclipsing as the birds muted;grass turned from green into greya visit from midnightbefore he was dueand as the sun-sickletried to break freefrom the shackles […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly
Björn Rudbergs writings 