The callous winter nighttoo lethal, freezing brightso cold with scattered starspockmarked face with scars.temptress and assassin,always reeks of jasmine.of pestilence and rustfrozen from ferocious lust;the deadly winter gloomboth destiny and […]
February is a petulant toddler,sometimes sulking under a livid pewtera sudden shower might turnto a delicate flurry of lace,and when you believe it is winterhe turns azure and bright,cloudlessly shiningan […]
I never liked to promise what I cannot keepunless it is those simple tasks I tell myselfto do tomorrow or maybe later in the weekor forget them or maybe hide […]
In the afternoon glowthe shadows enter the library,they crawlthey slitherfrom the innermost sanctumamong shelves and displaysover dog-eared pageskisses the fingers of the visiting fewtouches the mindsof the young readers still […]
I miss the heavensof a boldly shaded skyI miss the glow of sunsetswith hues of rose and tangerineinstead, I idlesmothered underneaththis rotting gloomof thawing dusk.I miss the glassy sheenof snow […]
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 