Evil is present
Evil is always presentpetty and present in meand in youlurking at my door, a ghost wearing sandalsinterred in the bones,exhumed in my marrow, stitched to my skin. Evil is absence, […]
Evil is always presentpetty and present in meand in youlurking at my door, a ghost wearing sandalsinterred in the bones,exhumed in my marrow, stitched to my skin. Evil is absence, […]
October clay-foot darkness walksbehind my shadow darkly,with labored breath, he never talks,he’s hungry, leer is sparkly. He scrapes my skin with finger-twigsleaves me dreamless, barren,nowhere to turn, my end is […]
Moon-moment — stayslow seconds to hourslet hours be years,turn never into forever, let your silver expandlet it spill, stretch your fingers‘cross waves. over water Moon-moment — wait with me gently […]
October dress himself in browna thin man with a pumpkin facehis hands are palewith tapered fish-like fingersslipping through your hair,both lover and a murdererbut stillhe wears his boots with pride, […]
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