Themselves alone
Despite the fact that Echo was the perfect mirror of her lovely voice, singing praise, Narcissus only fell in love with mirrors that could echo pictures of himself. And so […]
Despite the fact that Echo was the perfect mirror of her lovely voice, singing praise, Narcissus only fell in love with mirrors that could echo pictures of himself. And so […]
Call me back my love. Oh please come please me with an echo. When I whisper — come whisper back. Please. please me with your echo. But if I’m silent […]
My dreams are thieves, strange and strained they trespass, sneak on plimsoll soles at night. My dreams are knives and satin, a morning sated, they are odd solutions infinitely non-convergent. […]
There are moments when he talks to shadows. He knows they care and never interrupt to leave him like a light might do. The moon, the sun even candles shine […]
This poem is a pledge for sanity, a wishbone sacrifice, a hymn to truth, a ledge of safety, a time to rest before we face divides. That’s why I read […]
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