Icicle-bearded,wearing worsted wooland well-laced bootsold man winter came at last to visit,frosting trees and paintingrosy cheeks on children (and on us)playing, skiing in the snowa weekend to survivewhile passing timeuntil spring and […]
They only know me as Curt and I keep to myself. I never wanted to end up living with bullfrogs and mosquitoes as neighbors, but the law cannot touch me […]
Be I,the broken cupyou stain in scarlet sipping coffee;lipsticked leisurely. Be I,the fumes that twistits hungry fingers through your moaning bangscaffeinated eagerly. Be I,caress of sugarmelting on your tongueinvitedinside willingly Be I,be […]
This is not a cookiebut a sesame dreamwho opens to Scheherazade’scaves within caveswhere ends are beginningsand dreams are sweeter than rain,and you reach for the jargrab a cookie again,devouring delusions […]
Darling, my dearestharken my babbling,my dabbling at wooingI wish it would doand maybe to hasten your heartbeat from largo to presto;I might blabber a bit,but my lack of coherenceis simply […]
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by sensuality, love, nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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
