Letting silence rule
The rain that day…an open wound — bleedingin ferocious silence. We imagined Kyiev,a widow raped,until the tanks ran out of gas. Three years later,by treasonthe tanks may move again. Why […]
The rain that day…an open wound — bleedingin ferocious silence. We imagined Kyiev,a widow raped,until the tanks ran out of gas. Three years later,by treasonthe tanks may move again. Why […]
In downtown Stockholm, the cherry blossoms draw crowds every year. For many years I almost never managed to be there in time to experience it at its peak. The experience […]
Somewhere somethingwill waittense as a shadowunwoundfrom the brightness of daylight,to follow, matching your footstepsto lead and to guidemore silent than verses unreadstill insisting,like the itch of a scab. It reminds […]
Later,later behind his deskthe aged librarian absorbssome ancient words,traces howhis fate is set in ink. He sees howspace-time pathsmeandersfrom the past to presentthrough birth to deathin peace and warcrossing rivers,mountains, […]
To alter the mindsof the millions believingthat progress is measuredin gold-painted plasticsin botox and spray-tansin filters to fakeby giving them factsis daunting, but stilllet voices of poetsbe heard,be repeated,to break […]
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