Stagnant kindness left
You wait for signs when days are not as trenches of your battlegrounds. You wait for days when wildflowers are touched caressed by hands and not as weed with unsheathed […]
You wait for signs when days are not as trenches of your battlegrounds. You wait for days when wildflowers are touched caressed by hands and not as weed with unsheathed […]
Why do you grin in pain with crack- led lips when friends are near? Why do you smile at sun when miles remain before you reach a goal? Why don’t […]
The waste of sunshine shadowed and watered grins in emptiness of words: “How do you feel today?” As watercolors blended into brown are pigmentation wasted. “Have a nice day” As […]
Before dear-johned, you imagined sips of home. You imagined roses, different than crimson flowers blooming on your comrade’s chest. You imagined her atonement meant, before your flowers bloomed. Linked to […]
Tread lightly on the edge, collect your sense as pebbles cotton-wrapped to sentences, cause whispered words and silence both are going to extremes these days. There’s a price to pay […]
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