Maybe futile
In vain we try to find our ways in everlasting gloom, we search tunnels for a breath of fresh air, we search, room to room, through corridors for the briefest […]
In vain we try to find our ways in everlasting gloom, we search tunnels for a breath of fresh air, we search, room to room, through corridors for the briefest […]
Torn from its orbit the library vessel,untethered.is freeto seek out a worldwere wisdom is prizedmore than the weightof its ink blotted pulp. Free from gravity’s pull,the knowledge has leftin its […]
if not the for the thawthis midwinter daywhen sun would collapseto the toll of the bells, if not for for the snowforgotten the corpseof intentions once spreadto the wind of […]
Instagrammed teensIn their shoplifted gloryseek adorationdevotion and passion byfollowing othersdreaming of influenceby likeness to likesonly to be swipedsheined and discarded,tossed into samenessbelievingthat hunting renewalin exposure to networksis the same as […]
“The Old Year’s gone away/ To nothingness and night “:John Clare “ The Old Year” (ii) We never cheeredfor the oldno fireworks for what’sbest discardedburned to be forgottenlike my unsent […]
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