November courts
Around the belfry circle thirteen rooksanticipating murder — blood belowas spilled on graves, in grass, and as it looksdelivered with precision blow by blowon the sparrows by their kindred crow.November […]
Around the belfry circle thirteen rooksanticipating murder — blood belowas spilled on graves, in grass, and as it looksdelivered with precision blow by blowon the sparrows by their kindred crow.November […]
We are the ones that dwell withinthe belly butterflies before a trystthe gold-pot rainbows you will crossthe tingle of her song you still recallwe come as friends, but still bewarewithout […]
Is the sound that woke me rain pouring from the eaves, or is it ghosts bawling for injustices done? Is it branches moving with wind scratching the windowpanes or claws? […]
I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,risen from the earth, lives darkly in […]
Walking on tangerine corpsesafter the first night of frostscented with decaycrackling under my feet,lamenting the finality,briefly turning the paths into goldbefore being absorbedand swallowed by soilwhile the courtly kingmy oak, […]
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