Love is rage and red
Romeo: Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare Love is rage and […]
Romeo: Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare Love is rage and […]
Falling in the reign of rain in fall I’m reined by words by wine and cheese, by you inside as ember crackle, some smooth jazz playing. Falling in the reign […]
To listen and to see what’s silent or what’s hidden to break the chains, be free and say whatever is forbidden, You can yell, insult or maim and you’re not […]
Freedom is a choice — it’s either buoy or burden, a gift to give or loot to take. Freedom is an albatross you either follow to lead you shorebound or […]
To live with sorrow, loss to be be betrayed walk on glass. He was dirt-poor born and fell in love To live with sorrow, loss to be be betrayed walk […]
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