The Beastiary
Dusk is a demon with tender tentacles,slowly he slithers behind you,ready as ever to lovingly gag youin his fish-scented breeze. Night is a monster with cordial claws,calmly he clatters behind […]
Dusk is a demon with tender tentacles,slowly he slithers behind you,ready as ever to lovingly gag youin his fish-scented breeze. Night is a monster with cordial claws,calmly he clatters behind […]
I went across the landingto the court reporter’s deskthe room was darker than ever,her arms were bruised there alone near the back she had a small throat as if she didn’t mindfinger marks […]
The callous winter nighttoo lethal, freezing brightso cold with scattered starspockmarked face with scars.temptress and assassin,always reeks of jasmine.of pestilence and rustfrozen from ferocious lust;the deadly winter gloomboth destiny and […]
February is a petulant toddler,sometimes sulking under a livid pewtera sudden shower might turnto a delicate flurry of lace,and when you believe it is winterhe turns azure and bright,cloudlessly shiningan […]
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