A stake at all hallows
By the window she waits, in song of a teaspoon stirring her tea, from the eaves a lament: the drizzle a sorrow of wasted tomorrows, In rustle of leaves his […]
By the window she waits, in song of a teaspoon stirring her tea, from the eaves a lament: the drizzle a sorrow of wasted tomorrows, In rustle of leaves his […]
Is there shame in the shade, in the depth by the wake of your gaze, in candles unlit? Once your words were like bees besotted with bloom, but your sun […]
Deep within his eyes, well a silenced call, tears for felled mahogany, waterfalls, and nimble fingers picking lice. His gaze upon you, singes as your fingers touch the sacrifice, the […]
night tip-tap-t[r]apped, slap the bass &dance [s]lip-slid[l]e tangoed his claws retract em- brace her legs s-s-s-lowly (lies) s[p]layed as hands retrace seams unzipped silk-slip-dip lips on hips brist[led] cheeks search […]
“Down below… you have to dig deeper” The four men were masked, clad in rubber clothing, they had spades, but mostly they tore through the grass and mud with gloved […]
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