Moonlit hunger
From the wild darkness of the moor the howling hound is heard. The moon in its second quarter and follows with its shadow a young maiden running barefoot through the […]
From the wild darkness of the moor the howling hound is heard. The moon in its second quarter and follows with its shadow a young maiden running barefoot through the […]
When abundance is givenin returnfor sycophant praiseor pardon is givento white collar thievesin returnfor a share of the loot,or when handouts are givenonly to those livingin cookie cut mansionstaken from […]
Unburdened it carriesannoyance in words,no purpose andrepercussion is nonefor this slanderer rodent. when the weight of a lieis equal to that of a truthbut the weight of its wordis measured […]
Her void of nothingnessis an airless roomis nil and zeroand ready to be filledas the perfect vesselwaiting for her heroto fill her beingin a place to nestleto reshape herselfinto something […]
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