Making love on battlefields
Less from the ghosts than from a kiss you lost on me, the cemetery comes to life. It’s warm with cluster bombs. It thaws the blue of lips and melts […]
Less from the ghosts than from a kiss you lost on me, the cemetery comes to life. It’s warm with cluster bombs. It thaws the blue of lips and melts […]
Beneath the canopy is grass and daisy words. And there are eyes in eyes forget-me-nots and hand in hand cause she is her and blood grape sun, a shared champagne […]
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