Broken shadows across the cracked groundfrail elm trees succumb to the fall,apples are lost from the boughs,rodents ravage the spoil;that’s why Septemberis death, rot andremembranceof summerwe wasted,love welost Had to […]
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 