A crave once carved
A crave once carved on polished gneiss with lips and hips you met my piercing spear; your moan reverbs in rock, a memory embracing we are locked, perhaps in vice […]
A crave once carved on polished gneiss with lips and hips you met my piercing spear; your moan reverbs in rock, a memory embracing we are locked, perhaps in vice […]
I hear the waves contained in shell-shocked-grey in calcite walls, concrete a smothered voice. “You can never catch me” your hair was wings you smelled of wind. You were fading […]
Bared, its branches dance October skeletal to chthonic music, crush of leaves beneath, an oak, its limbs a somber filigree and rooks above in plumage clerical. With wreath in hand […]
My heart beats less than darkly sung with hollowness of restless nights and whisper with a senseless tongue: My heart beats less than darkly sung as trapped in hail with […]
Grim illumination: pulsating glow — Despair of eyes it’s ash and ember with his toothless grin: a beggar panders cash. He bends and bows, on bare knees wander clenched — […]
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