Splendor below
Why do trees concealthe splendor of their roots? Pablo Neruda, Book of questions. In the gilded ballroomdebutants and Botox matronstwerk and twirl to catch the attention from thewhite-masked dinner-jacket-men “There […]
Why do trees concealthe splendor of their roots? Pablo Neruda, Book of questions. In the gilded ballroomdebutants and Botox matronstwerk and twirl to catch the attention from thewhite-masked dinner-jacket-men “There […]
The weight of the wordsin the library winonly and only when readwhen spread on the streetsfor living and dead. But when the wordsbend for the swords of the mighty.when burning […]
Took a jabat jamming a bitdown at the pubwith Martin and Steve,but got stuck in the jamto jabber instead.with instruments silentwe babbled ‘bout nothingyapping and ramblin’making plans for tomorrowto meet […]
leaf-laden heavy canopiesshadow the sky we followour meandering footpathone final tryst Today we are trying our hands with the Cherita again at dVerse hosted By Merill. The cherita should tell […]
In early spring we walked the woodsbefore in hope when life was goodwe saw the sky behind the leavesbefore the sun was not perceivedwhen shadowed deep the forests dozewe seek […]
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