Summer evening
Outside Stockholm it is close to eight o’clock in the evening. The sun shines through the living room windows and I hear the loud singing from a party of students […]
Outside Stockholm it is close to eight o’clock in the evening. The sun shines through the living room windows and I hear the loud singing from a party of students […]
Social science — solstice sinew, blood and bones. My skin. I sense my so called life trickled into noiseless pools of thought. Sewing self, be stitched together be embroidered ember […]
As solstice darkness softly melts explodes in cotton candy views when night is never really felt. We walk together, hands are held above the sky a Prussian blue as solstice […]
undulating gold — your hair a blooming field of solstice and rapeseed bloom your eyes — a sky without a cloud limitless perfume wild roses bloom your song is wheels […]
In wickedest of winter nights, to our warmth now come inside You’re glittering in gladdest lights, as the gloaming daylight wanes Like horsemen winds are howling past, in homely cabin […]
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