We have to climb again
We walk through the woods, with a slanting winter spring sun playing peek-a-boo among the birch trees hurling long shadows across our path. A thin crust of snow still covers […]
We walk through the woods, with a slanting winter spring sun playing peek-a-boo among the birch trees hurling long shadows across our path. A thin crust of snow still covers […]
Attacked at war, today Ukrainewe rage with you we share your painthe tyrant always craves for morehe can’t be sated ‘till in vainhe stands alone in blood and goreToday Ukraine, […]
“The truth shall set you free.” John 8:32 A Truth may flourish if it’s nourished wellto free your mind but if a truth that’s taughtmay turn to arms, to songs […]
It’s not from wind or saltnot the fault of savage rainripping petals from our plum-treebarely sprung a-bloom,it’s neither ice nor pain,not wildness of the waves but a void of unimportance,the […]
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:I love you as one loves certain obscure things,secretly, between the shadow […]
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