Autumn picnic
This weekend past we had a rare sunny day and on Saturday we went for a hike. We took the bus and brought with us some freshly baked sourdough, each […]
This weekend past we had a rare sunny day and on Saturday we went for a hike. We took the bus and brought with us some freshly baked sourdough, each […]
Captured in ink-danceboth moon-street silver,bud-bursts blossom, forgotten springand alas, a sentence-explosionof built-up angerfor what’s lostto misinterpreted mind-mapsof a brow-folded soul. Still we nightshade forgetand gloss the axe-wordswith honey-muted lips. In […]
Sylla-bled each word,each sense,each scent, the parting sentence“au revoir, in Paris mon amour”the parrot says,again, again. She recallshis uniformand paddy fields, the river deltahis bicycle, both bread and rice. Waiting, […]
Delight me darling, smile and dancelet’s enjoy and spend the nightthen melt together take the chanceI’ll be your shining knight We were meant to fuse, amalgamatealloyed forever we’re strongbut first […]
“Time was a wave, almost cruel in its relentlessness.”― Han Kang, The Vegetarian Often as I age I think about sea-glass, I still remember the sharp edges, my toddler-rage, when […]
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