Will there be soil?
Flooded and burnedfrom dust into ashdrowning in mud,and we namethese disastersinstead of a child. Flowers without any fruitsurveillance and droneswe live to be safebut forget how to thrive. Fall without […]
Flooded and burnedfrom dust into ashdrowning in mud,and we namethese disastersinstead of a child. Flowers without any fruitsurveillance and droneswe live to be safebut forget how to thrive. Fall without […]
I, shadowlessled by pale cravingsfollowher scent of lavenderand innocence. Dead yet living,I cannot helpmy yearningsfor the flowersof her youth. So closeI sense the veinsbeneath her skinI bare my teethanointing herto […]
Ahead is marked by cairns,the pathmeanders, crawlsbeneath the bluffs, acrossa frothing streamover rocks whilestepby stepinside we meetourselves afresh. Later, guided bythe breezeour shadows followridges diving intovalleysnever lost as we followa […]
by reaching sea-wardshorizon-wide he’sthe last ship to leavebrine-washed and aloneopen book unread every line’s a wavefrom syllables blowncourse laid plotted forfaraway lighthouseto harbours unknown library-oceanmostly unchartedhe is explorerwith compass in […]
I dress in stolen darkness, slipping out unwatched, to meet and mix, skin on skin, belly, buttocks to breasts, misinterpreting teenage cravings as eternal love, believing in forever and I […]
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