Making peace with vengeance
Making peace with vengeance is when dinner’s cold for prisoners of golden hair for blue eyes and the molten nights of sinners’ unmade beds. Bedsheets stiff like lizard’s skin neon […]
Making peace with vengeance is when dinner’s cold for prisoners of golden hair for blue eyes and the molten nights of sinners’ unmade beds. Bedsheets stiff like lizard’s skin neon […]
The yellow in the blue remembers-not the knot inside the fight and nots. it’s never not forget-me-knots. Let’s slip on fingertips what dwells in letters spelled on vellum petals loves-me-not. […]
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