Finding our way back
We stare into darkness for light we have losta glimmer of hope, a path to the north,but nothing can mend our flowers in frost.we struggle to cope when just marching […]
We stare into darkness for light we have losta glimmer of hope, a path to the north,but nothing can mend our flowers in frost.we struggle to cope when just marching […]
He talks with the shelves, as iftheir shadows would brighten to gold; he mumbles in meter,enchantments, entrapping, from ink, the ghosts from its tomes,scholars deceased, the poets of unwritten verse, […]
This,isn’t prosebut a dutyless Monday,and sunlight transformedinto clouds. Thisis the clawsof upcoming Fridaysunknown and unowned,a clause to be closed. Thisis the tensionbetween act and neglect.delinquent, not lost. Thisis my reason […]
Climbing the alphabet ladder, with an aimless appetite and an actionbesieging, bringing down bulwark to burn andconquer to cozen the crowds todefraud, delighting dozens of dozens,extinguishing every piece of empathy […]
I made my box from stone,ice-polished granite, bornby the sea with salt in its veins.Airtight its lid, keepingthe vacuum, my void, obscure. I filled it with dreams, ambitionsof verses, ideals […]
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