Stop the rush of spring
When we got closer to the sea we saw how the chill of winds over water had made the spring progress a little slower. We felt like gaining back some […]
When we got closer to the sea we saw how the chill of winds over water had made the spring progress a little slower. We felt like gaining back some […]
Metamorphosed, by a pine marten’s brush, she was watercolored smooth, then scalpel sculptured, a lily formed, to model muse, a she for she, a pioneer Postulated penis envy, contradicted with […]
Hear song of tits and crow of cocks, when from the bushes hidden gold from bitch is snatched by thieving magpie. While spring is wile tectonic with temptation, blue, seductive […]
deep emotions puzzled him raged as thunder embered skin too hot sadness weighted, wilted sinking underneath he’s brined intestines snaking, burning spit obstructed breath for a noose prepared no symphonies […]
On the far side of the moon in Jurassic shadows, there’s an obelisk it’s polished black by solar winds; an orb transmitting blight to seed this tidal pestilence inflict lunatic […]
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