Making sure she is buried
The late Mrs. Emel Mackenzie always came early to better be able to notice the lateness of others, and hence at her funeral the pews had started to fill an […]
The late Mrs. Emel Mackenzie always came early to better be able to notice the lateness of others, and hence at her funeral the pews had started to fill an […]
You left me early that morning in October, leaving only your warmness behind. I overslept, woke with a jolt, wondering where in the shadows you’re freezing. I made myself coffee, […]
One day, Mrs Mabel McFinn draped her shoulders in shadows and left her husband Fergus McFinn to deal with his cobwebs and leftover stew. Mrs Mabel McFinn fled with a […]
October you, come rain and night and blow despair away on tender feet; denounce me first but bring me peace and let me sleep in lucid dreams. October you, come […]
October tiptoed so gently, coming with fall kissing the apples to red, singeing the leaves with scarlet and brown; in yellow she rose me from sleep with foggy fingers poking […]
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