Her words were avenues
One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun through brush where a few leaves hang on. They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories. Names swallowed by […]
One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun through brush where a few leaves hang on. They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories. Names swallowed by […]
Whispered voices somniloquy tethered breath. Goddess blessed Godiva-dressed she’s pillowed tress-caressed dreaming softly screaming. Darkly passing clouds across the moon, as I wait for dawn and her. — Linked to […]
Madly in the air they’re dancing solemn butterflies, as soot: letters torched, tickled death, battered breath drawn from dust it’s scorched; mute in numbness of defeat live as ice in […]
See sirens of the tabloid press perform heroic feats, draw likes on Instagram. See news on Starbucks cups, inform yourself on silicon and weight loss grams. See kittens of the […]
dreaded-daylight-stranded wall-smothered, s u f f o c a t e d confined concrete mouse-discrete — a-coffined before belonged to night released in glass and glass ————– and glass drinking […]
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