The shadow of a boxer
On the edge of shadows with lidless amber watchful eyes we play and prance; two boxers me and him; we circle tiptoe; wait. Soft like snow our footfalls with retracted […]
On the edge of shadows with lidless amber watchful eyes we play and prance; two boxers me and him; we circle tiptoe; wait. Soft like snow our footfalls with retracted […]
He paints a canvas of concerns each sooty headline is a scar, his brow is wrinkled, skin is burned; and when he sighs you think he cares But it’s just […]
I don’t complain really… but I really need an upgrade. I need a larger vessel. I need a helmsman and some hands on deck. The line of customers keep growing. […]
If stirred is shaken, wine is dine is thighs in tights a slip of sleight and jazz; and jazz or said as she. Is height unbroken chandeliers! It is mostly […]
A button bold anti- cipated stiff. Streams in stars and silence. It’s important even if a darkly tear of more (or evidence of welcomes). Of broken laps, bones and in […]
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