Grey shawl
The wet grey blanketof the morning mistleaves a dropof water clingingto a gray-green branch in its orbthe greynessof an overcast skyremains trappedfor a brief moment before it fallsonly to beabsorbed […]
The wet grey blanketof the morning mistleaves a dropof water clingingto a gray-green branch in its orbthe greynessof an overcast skyremains trappedfor a brief moment before it fallsonly to beabsorbed […]
The past projects itselfinto the present,into politics and policiesinto divisionand democracy’s decaydistorted and changedlike the rippled reflectionsof grazing creatures I passedthe last day of summer. The past presents itselfto the […]
Before parting we went down to the docks where we first embraced. Since then, kisses have grown cold. The harbor reeks of spilled oil, and from the estuary a lost […]
Blood moon lunacy ragingin his hungry veinsas he’s scrawling innuendoof hateful rhetoricsifted from the darkest pits of interneton guns and bullets,and lateras he cocks his guntakes aim and press the […]
“It’s much better to do good in a way that no one knows anything about it”Anna Karenina by Lev Tolstoy Good deeds shall never be tradedfor your fame or your […]
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