Nectar
You dress in nectar,in the scentof symphonies,a melody for stringssolo violinand a base of drumsat night the single fluteat dawn the woodwinds blowset in major Cwith minor variationson the cembalowhen […]
You dress in nectar,in the scentof symphonies,a melody for stringssolo violinand a base of drumsat night the single fluteat dawn the woodwinds blowset in major Cwith minor variationson the cembalowhen […]
Once what were the voiceof cronestheir winter cackle, our buried summersunnamed abused while wind still moanswhat means, arose the voice of mummersto make us calm, aware of secret caveswhere sea […]
Just a hint of salta gentle breezesweet and slowover farmland seaof rye and wheatfar from shipsand ports wherebread is bakedand rivers diein ocean surfswhere rain is bornto feed the fieldsof […]
It’s not the ache nor a dutynot greednot sacrificenot possession or controlnot conditional or transactionalnot boundless in space nor in timeit can never be neglectedbut need to be nurtured neither […]
For years,a daily doseof newsof columns and debatereviews of dining, movies,films and bookshas been deliveredand devoured for breakfastalways dividedso I take the artwhile my wife take the news(her subscription — […]
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