Deep from dreams a holler crazedfrom crimson lips, my larynx winsa putrid wailing, grows erupts to blaze,in razor wire blood and common sinsSo dumb and daft, dictatorshipsin narcissism, napalm and […]
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 