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Yarned to sheets, I’m tethered tight I’m wound around a trigger cocked I’m footfalls in the dead of night I’m horseman-pale, I’m key & lock Today we are repeating prompts […]
Yarned to sheets, I’m tethered tight I’m wound around a trigger cocked I’m footfalls in the dead of night I’m horseman-pale, I’m key & lock Today we are repeating prompts […]
When blacked, the solitary candle marks his execution, an end’s solution. With eyes’ a-bolted shut dying in the center of it all. … really trying too dying at the center […]
Tethered by the weight of dreams my scream’s a jellyfish, an iron horse, a forceful chain to bind my voice a frost to freeze my heart; my breath compressed is […]
Silence. Once I craved it, breathed caesuras, rare moments when cacophonic demands paused. My days were filled with “Mother please… “, “I don’t want…” or “Later mom…”. . Now I […]
Veiled from moon I drown cascade in hair and lips. You nibble earlobes breathe, and fingertips are scribbling poetry; symbols, syllables feathered on my back. We firework ourselves. We dance […]
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