The ghosts
They left A deserted farm The empty windows stare So threatening and menacing At me I leave So carefully the ghosts behind To stay and celebrate In solitude They stay […]
They left A deserted farm The empty windows stare So threatening and menacing At me I leave So carefully the ghosts behind To stay and celebrate In solitude They stay […]
This is my second try in doing a sestina. It takes time, and I have now reworked it a little bit. Instead of trying to find words, I used a […]
Writing limericks is about the most difficult that I have ever tried. On twitter it is especially challenging because of the 140 sign limits. Both getting the rhythm right (needing […]
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