Weightless burden
Pain of bleakness more than greythis November burdens with its weightless mass.My sorrow stomps,stuck in claymaking love on broken glass;daylight reeks from sadness and decay of grass. Bared are branches, […]
Pain of bleakness more than greythis November burdens with its weightless mass.My sorrow stomps,stuck in claymaking love on broken glass;daylight reeks from sadness and decay of grass. Bared are branches, […]
If forty two is the answercould it be that you getby the doubling of twenty one, orby tripling fourteen;or is there a meaning going beyonda simple division? Can you mate […]
November is crawling to its end and this is the last week before Advent when we truly start to measure the time until holidays. Now lights will come up, not […]
Before the sodden churchyard has been kissedby daylight skipping in between headstones,I hear them through the chilling autumn mist,the muffled footsteps of returning souls.From All Souls by Kim Russel 2025 […]
Dusk swallowed dawn into nightstretched as a shrouded corpseforever dank, moon stars sunlost to November when no amount of lamps can color what is black,the pale skinned huddle inside,while a […]
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