The mournful mountains where we met
In fragrance of courageous doors we’re sworn in secrecy of scribbled deaths. My feet are nailed to brazen quests, of mournful mountains where we met. In ties of stubborn steel […]
In fragrance of courageous doors we’re sworn in secrecy of scribbled deaths. My feet are nailed to brazen quests, of mournful mountains where we met. In ties of stubborn steel […]
The hunger in the candlelight a rush of breath a breathing — tickling circling like a satellite crushing petals fingerpainting slower still as melting chocolate drip onto our borrowed skins […]
its wooden heart beats for yuzuriha bloom – the old chair Linked to Carpe Diem — January 22, 2014
I hate disgusting lobster soup fermented stew of broccoli my mouth is filled with glue and poop I hate disgusting lobster soup and theme-parks in monopoly the tainted tinge of […]
I did some reading, and apparently the flower that is called Fukujusoo or Pheasant Eye, blooms early. A close relative Adonis Vernalis also grows here in Sweden. Apart from blooming […]
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