Ahead, as marked by cairns,our pathmeanders, crawlsbeneath the bluffs,through forests and acrossa frothing streamover rocks whilestepby stepwe find ourselvesrenewed. Later, guided bythe whispering breezeour shadows tracksthe ridges and diving intovalleys […]
With gentle brushstrokesthe Autumn tiptoeshums on crimson handsto mark on leavesher amber kiss for equinox;to welcome candle lightand soup for dinnerto whisper rain and windto cover us in fogto rot […]
The road to the southtreveres over gentlest of hillsalong rivers and streamswhere we’re shadowed by duskuntil we’re falling asleep. The path to the westwhere we walk against windbeing whipped by […]
We lived on illusions, the artificial intelligence we have named “The Guide”. It had entered our brains, manipulating feelings, stealing our dreams and affections. Ever since it took hold on […]
The world is a vampire, sent to drainSecret destroyers, hold you up to the flamesAnd what do I get, for my pain?Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game (From: […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly
