Still life from a silent spring
I. Crushed by a boot the marigold’s nectar will never feed the bees. II. Rain flushed through drainpipes will school the one-finned fish. III. After turning up the heat – […]
I. Crushed by a boot the marigold’s nectar will never feed the bees. II. Rain flushed through drainpipes will school the one-finned fish. III. After turning up the heat – […]
With wings unfurled as sapphires, gold and pearls the butterfly has no other purpose than its own: to fornicate and eat and die. but yet the lily offers nectar to […]
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