Dewey decimal
The aged librarian sometimes uses hands to scribble signs on book-spines to dewey decimal the manuals and catalog the book of psalms Sometimes he will sweep the floors or dust […]
The aged librarian sometimes uses hands to scribble signs on book-spines to dewey decimal the manuals and catalog the book of psalms Sometimes he will sweep the floors or dust […]
Verb your words in gowns; parcel metaphors in rhyme, wall your senses; noun your verses; still there’s time. A second poem, a ditty for Lilian’s post to verbify other words […]
Last week my image of democracy was seared by pussy grabbing pleonasm, I wished to pupa, hide, to be in bed, I wished to shield my nose from a scent […]
When you butterfly on earlobes, mindless I am tossed as you dress my chest in mane of yours. Then you tongue my cheek, lip-sip spit and flurry me on fingertips. […]
I remember waiting more when I was young. I still recall the times when you couldn’t lift your cellphone five minutes past the scheduled time. When waiting meant a limbo, […]
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