Specter slain
Our righteous riots rooted outthe rot of vile, the cancer ofsociety vice, greed and pride,replacing gloom with glow.We are brightness, warmthyour future let us lead you,coax you, rule you, save […]
Our righteous riots rooted outthe rot of vile, the cancer ofsociety vice, greed and pride,replacing gloom with glow.We are brightness, warmthyour future let us lead you,coax you, rule you, save […]
My father’s birthday was on September 13, and I still remember the year it was time to celebrate his 50th birthday. Guests were soon arriving when my little sister showed […]
Our slow-dance delivered uslazily, but with utmost carecloser, closerto the precipice of parting,so when you simplydelivered me a passive punch,I only felt reliefthat you gifted me goodbye,relieving me of blameto […]
Smothered so softly, slowly, and sadin a seemingly gentle soothing devotion,her home is a prison, a puddle an oceanperfumed with jasmine, roses, and brineconstrained by his claims: “you are mine”she […]
Embraced by boughsa clearing is his cave,a cavity of viewpoints,windows both to creedsand devastating dogma,in the forest, thoughtsfind refuge in his home; embraced by booksthe aged librarian sendsroots into the […]
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