Underneath
Underneath the smooth- ness of his new Armani suit lurks decay Underneath his promises corruption rots. His voice is luminous, lustred, laced with lies. “I respect your choice”, But underneath, […]
Underneath the smooth- ness of his new Armani suit lurks decay Underneath his promises corruption rots. His voice is luminous, lustred, laced with lies. “I respect your choice”, But underneath, […]
too much deep-ends upon a dead eel burrowed blazed with pain (slaughter) beside the vile sick one I had to do another one inspired by The read wheelbarrow at toads. […]
So much depends upon a kettle close to boiling whistling warning just before the flame is quenched. So much depends upon the word that’s drenched in swallowed silence: quenched. Shay […]
I’m puppet-danced by vicious winds in singe of strings, I jerk when pulled by slander and the truths untold of passions and with whom you’re twined. When once before your […]
The splendor of himself. His limbs, his hair, his eyes, his voice — perfection. Edmund had always been taller. He was admired and broke the heart of his first girl […]
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