Retiring forever
I waited, from midnight to sevenon your doorstep to heavenbut you held on to the keysas I was left out here to freeze;now as morning has brokennot a word has […]
I waited, from midnight to sevenon your doorstep to heavenbut you held on to the keysas I was left out here to freeze;now as morning has brokennot a word has […]
Valentine and we walk towards the sea, your hand, a bird nesting in mine. The night is the shadows of slumbering trees, it is winged with our dreams in the […]
Shadow followed. leading us to shadowsdeeper, dancing painting dreamscapes deepercloser to our death, this draught a purple closereaper’s rattling breath; this gloom a reaper’s. Fair, was sun on those days […]
I walk into the verdant woods alonemy boots are drums and breeze in leaves the stringsa sudden bird-song interrupts; a fluteto hail the morning sun in open glades.I stroll without […]
Weekend’s here, no more quibblestrings on woodwind, troublesleaving, wings of oysters, bubblingwine and excitement doublesskin on satin, blood is boilinglicking gently, teasing tickle,dribble, dribble earlobes nibble,breathlessly nude, unbuckledshaking wriggles roar […]
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