Full Fathom Five
In summer solstice,darling, dance;let me be canvas;finger-paint my skin and mess me;in the vibrant huesof dusk; let colors swirl; anointmy chest in bloom;breatheand smudge your signature with dawn;so forever after— […]
In summer solstice,darling, dance;let me be canvas;finger-paint my skin and mess me;in the vibrant huesof dusk; let colors swirl; anointmy chest in bloom;breatheand smudge your signature with dawn;so forever after— […]
Tomorrow’s dawn is yet another doorto a future room where todayhas dimmed to yet another placeof past, where at dusk beforeyou went to sleep you tried (in vain)deciding on which […]
as the river slowsin bogs it rots while being crushedcascading it thrives to gems like it is for us, the greatest riskis stayingstagnant stinky never movingstill believing that it’s better […]
We shared our breakfast in silence as usual. We split the newspaper, YOU had the news, I read the arts; YOU had coffee, I drank tea. It was Sunday with […]
Awake at three AM again;again awake at three AMas dusk has met with dawn again;my dreams again where grim; again my body aches;my bloodstream boilsand bound again my breath is […]
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