Those plows, the gallant geese who leave uspaled in last anemic summer’s claws; while withered flowers stand as sentinels to our anamnesis while wemight comprehend how fall means falling further untilstilled […]
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 