Love among siblings
If I shut my eyes I still see their white dresses. I can still smell the the freshly baked cakes, the coffee and the lilacs in bloom. I was only […]
If I shut my eyes I still see their white dresses. I can still smell the the freshly baked cakes, the coffee and the lilacs in bloom. I was only […]
When morning breaks with sunlight shining through the tired windows; bright and sharp and razor-shadowed; lucidly a blackbird sings, for snowdrops coy, When morning breaks monotony of grey — unshroud […]
This night — starstruck cold Alone and bared we stare; sky in palms swaying silenced for its symphonies: we and air. You egg me darkly — play on puff of […]
You painted novel ways to look at feathers as you and me through blackbirds are together. where shadows moving can be birds or dreams If hope is feathers, blackbirds too […]
The hard-rock of my child- hood came in small cassettes and giant posters, where blood and printed poses seemed much larger than the anemic beat of my cassette recorder. Still […]
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