Estella
Beloved hated spinster. You bought me for a purpose, for the green hard pebbles of your eyes. For wishes of his death. For every death, you chained my heart, froze […]
Beloved hated spinster. You bought me for a purpose, for the green hard pebbles of your eyes. For wishes of his death. For every death, you chained my heart, froze […]
We dance ourselves in greed around these golden malls. We worship clothes, designer brands expenses call. We dance ourselves in greed around this burdened soil We claim democracy was bought […]
Unwrapped it was the cardboard of the box rather than its content burning that left me warmer than before. I tried to tie its ribbon tight again, but at present […]
To heliotrope Sunshine glockenspiel wields incense of rose and sends, pretends, when from the eaves the winter leaves in rivulets. I’m let to turn and as I squint for hint […]
Depressed in darkness silence sieved forgive as Sisyphos once pushed his weight from heights my head is drumbeats; darkly calls this fall of rotting leaves; I’m small beneath the pewter […]
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