Pictures of a dead harbor
Like dinosaurs,the cranes are dead bones of vacancies for silent shipyards Their silhouettes remain as carrion birds for signatures in clotted blood, for politics and salaries that’s always lower somewhere […]
Like dinosaurs,the cranes are dead bones of vacancies for silent shipyards Their silhouettes remain as carrion birds for signatures in clotted blood, for politics and salaries that’s always lower somewhere […]
Cities at night are shining lures, they are tantalizing diamonds resting gently in the hollow of a lady’s throat, a lamp attracting moths, an angel and a whore. Cities at […]
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