Augury crow
One morning in Septemberthe augury crow was silentas if wordlessly sayingsomething crucially essential. He was perched on the silof the third windowcounting from the northeastcorner of the library. The librarian’s […]
One morning in Septemberthe augury crow was silentas if wordlessly sayingsomething crucially essential. He was perched on the silof the third windowcounting from the northeastcorner of the library. The librarian’s […]
I get my strength from symbiosis with the roots of trees, decay feeds my veins and my limbs spread as mycorrhiza. I infiltrate,I penetrate. I am your most beloved parasite. […]
Under open skies my eyesmay wander, trekfrom cairn to cairn,into valleys down below,over hills or into path-less landmaking mind-mapsabout the hurdles(rivers, swamps or rocks).this day decides to offerso when I […]
We stood by the riverof moon-spilledslivers of silver,but that nightthe love in your eyessparkled, outshinedthe celestial shimmersky had to offer. Now shore-boundI’m waiting, alonewith the moon-rivercalling me backto rememberyears that […]
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