A chalice of barbiturate – a slanted sonnet
a summer’s day can be a tender kiss when smiling blackbirds sing from thicket’s caves but when the chainsaw screams and timber crash this sudden death in May erase my […]
a summer’s day can be a tender kiss when smiling blackbirds sing from thicket’s caves but when the chainsaw screams and timber crash this sudden death in May erase my […]
as summer rain caress the lonely peak river fills with silt Picture from Wikimedia Commons Linked to Carpe Diem May 23, 2014
you raising my desire – sugar squeezed inside our pressure cooker when you scream “I hate your guts” I ponder if I’ll have you shot but moxie vixens make me […]
Jack Kerouac wrote: playing basketball – the lady next door watching again And I respond with an American Sentence Toothless gaffer watches his sunbathing neighbor when sprinklers go off. Linked […]
We always feel protected from the grey beyond, from wisps of mist that eat at flesh, from curiosity of greener grass. It’s all a lie – you tell us so. […]
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