The Spider in your past.
You see the facets of my eyes, glowing in the dark; glowing green and everseeing; silently the whisper of my slander, weaving cobweb of your past. You feel the ties […]
You see the facets of my eyes, glowing in the dark; glowing green and everseeing; silently the whisper of my slander, weaving cobweb of your past. You feel the ties […]
We are asked to bring an inspired haiku to this one by Thomas Tranströmer: and the night streams in from east to west, traveling in time with the moon Or […]
Pomegranate. The open wound was cut deep & cloud-drinking with pain; it’s storm-bleeding and sleet-dancing, gaping — full of thirst — to shrouds; to fevered fermentation of the ash; digging […]
the prose we crave forty three crosses yet not found axes in the synagogue darkness of the words we need that bleed with greedy indexes pointing up or down undulating […]
Success is always close to failure — Michael locks the doors carefully. His gleaming dream is waiting for tomorrow; well prepared. Would hours training, tuning engines pay? Would he stand […]
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