Of thunderstorm and tears
You mask penumbrain a voice — lacedwith bitter taste ofpending thunderstorms. I try to whisper words of greenand honeysuckle songsto sooth your mind as electric scents increasebloom and buildyou explode […]
You mask penumbrain a voice — lacedwith bitter taste ofpending thunderstorms. I try to whisper words of greenand honeysuckle songsto sooth your mind as electric scents increasebloom and buildyou explode […]
Chasms we formedin words, stitchedto sentences to sentenceto imprison by prejudicethem (the others)behind the walls of animusof illwill and hatredmay be broken or bridgedby seeing and sensingcomprehending,seeing likenessmore than divergence. […]
In the wake of the Midsummer frenzy, the weather has turned colder. Almost like the hangover a slight depression settles in my mind. Soon July vacations will come and the […]
In triumphbeing hailed successthe winner,elected kingdespot and rulercan you heara whispered voice:memento mori? Does it nag youthat you cannot count the nightsyou still have left? Have you understoodeternity? Do you […]
When you say honestor frank,isn’t that just being mean in disguise? Isn’t it justanother promotion of self? Too often,if not being paired,with a dash of compassion,your candoris just being rude. […]
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