Illiteracy
The library has borders, books are fenced defence, defiance and his shelter. Sentences are bulwark, sentinels against the ignorance of those not yet enlightened. He believes in castles swords protecting […]
The library has borders, books are fenced defence, defiance and his shelter. Sentences are bulwark, sentinels against the ignorance of those not yet enlightened. He believes in castles swords protecting […]
Any gardener can tell you that weeds are windborn or they come in hiding with the plants you bring from nurseries. Any gardener will tell you that the walls are […]
To visit an island means to border yourself. There are places of magic where your line vision both expands towards the horizon and shrinks to the small piece of land […]
The moon has no opinion but I wonder if the klansmen see it more in white than silver. The moon can just observe the burning torches and reflect without our […]
I saw your gaze across the ballroom as you teased me you enticed me I pulled you closer as you answered before I asked you for a dance. Darling, darling, […]
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