Remembering Emily Dickinson
You lie in ceaseless rosemary —Sleeps where the woods are pinkYou — as lady brought us feathersI hear the Fly buzz as I think. You alone — now inked to […]
You lie in ceaseless rosemary —Sleeps where the woods are pinkYou — as lady brought us feathersI hear the Fly buzz as I think. You alone — now inked to […]
Darling come…and a woe me wildly, wind me withershinsaroused — aroundthis ink-dark night. My dear, let’sdance,be waves(let’s misbehave)and bleedour wounds a little bitreleasing steam,relax — — before this dreamrests brokenon […]
The sky and the sea are Lapis Lazulicloudless but hazed, with absent horizon,we are mirrored adrift on the edgebetween now and forever. I rememberhow you had a dream of being […]
We praise them with a fervor of death, with bloodlust and hunger, with belief and passion to conquer our foes, Our voice is singular — one; and at eve of […]
I. Skin on warm timber / and toes / lapping water softly,under willow / while far far away / a summer showerhastens over meadows — a loaf of bread / […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
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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