rocks remember
a hand raised skywards, the cairn adorns the summitrocks balanced on rocks sell both end and beginningsso before they retreat, pilgrims kiss the topmost stoneweathered soft as skin, as rocks […]
a hand raised skywards, the cairn adorns the summitrocks balanced on rocks sell both end and beginningsso before they retreat, pilgrims kiss the topmost stoneweathered soft as skin, as rocks […]
The aged librarian finds pridein being prudent even in the faceof vagrant long-legged visitors,with hips wider than a singlegaze could capture, even if theirpassing presence, tinkly titter,and blossomy essence stiran […]
The library hasno other mirrorsthan the one he foundat twelve noonbetween the stanzasof arcane Tudor poetry.. In this indivisible spacehe saw an unmarked voidthat perfectly fithis vacant soulstill waiting to […]
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