Mud under shoes
Ami-Rose Bell, sleepless, high on whatever, sat at the formica table, doodling in the pallid grease film their bender had left. Chuck left at dawn, going back to his wife. […]
Ami-Rose Bell, sleepless, high on whatever, sat at the formica table, doodling in the pallid grease film their bender had left. Chuck left at dawn, going back to his wife. […]
Quadrille: Levity In joy of levity,I gravitate —forever fallinginto your orbit strung along —a puppet to your pull:I’m rainbowed numb. I’m just the moonreflecting shimmeredsheen of laughter(yours). Tressed with starsyour […]
The library can not provide a useful thoughtWe seek structures, process, target, goal.Maze be damned, your books are naughtbut dreams, let numbers rule & take control.So burn its books, and […]
Eye to eye, it stares from starry skieswith cornea of broken stars and iris formed from dust it swirls but at its corethe black-hole pupil pulls the stringsof mass between […]
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —Emily Dickenson (1263) This, my Moon-faced manifest —of deeds, reflecting facts,a sleight of hand much lessthan Sunwise blinding acts. We turn 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