Strawberry solstice
With strawberried lips, solsticed in hunger we sip elder-scent birdsong grass-dancing infinite dusk endlessly stretching to dawn Soon it’s midsummer and here is a short poem for dVerse OLN — […]
With strawberried lips, solsticed in hunger we sip elder-scent birdsong grass-dancing infinite dusk endlessly stretching to dawn Soon it’s midsummer and here is a short poem for dVerse OLN — […]
It should have been Eileen’s wedding — not her funeral. After the guests had left Roberto went up to her room starting the healing-process. The wedding dress still in its […]
Come sweetheart, come look at my lemons pay if you may with your pumpkins and smiles because only for you I’ll be clement, you are the honey to sweeten my […]
I don’t think we really quarreled that midsummer night so many years ago. It was only a slight disagreement over some triviality. No, I have not forgotten and I haven’t […]
When forgetfulness-green shrouds ash-songs of trench-muddy soldiers, When gangrene and blood’s been ploughed, and sown into wheat, may we, beholders, remember when breaking our bread the smile of a man-boy […]
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