From the mireof my dainty day-dreams,are my snow-flakeswaxing tentacle-tender snarlingas slowly as the pleasure of pain. Behold these my lucid farrows, eluding the grappleof my waning graspas pearls from tissue,mud-born prickling,piercing the wild […]
You, magician pulled a carrot from your chapeau-clack and boastfully declared that the flawless rabbit that you wished to see is not a carrot but a lustful apparition of a […]
You are sunshine and the drizzle in November frost in orchards promising a later harvest. You are flowing rivers and the dancing fog at dawn, valleys mountains, you are riddle […]
Paled, my senses hibernate — a hedgehog nested in my chest still too late to rest. Eternal winter: iced my eyes are blessed in cinder, darkly cried and streaked with […]
Trickling softness of your evening gown a riptide round your feet; your gaze awaiting tongues of transient waves — his hands. the lapping lullabies a riptide round your feet, your […]
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 