If you ever change your mind
The silence was like ice before you dawned on me; that night you smiled: “We can remain together if you want”. And though more than thirty years together since have […]
The silence was like ice before you dawned on me; that night you smiled: “We can remain together if you want”. And though more than thirty years together since have […]
Let poetry be pastry, sweet almonds, bold; versed from beds and stones. From Caracas to Madras milk and honey words that slow the hasty, rich the poor and young the […]
The wall is pitiless, a desert anarchy, a ceremony of waste. Let’s not be innocent, let’s not pretend it’s not about the country, it’s not a holy monument. It’s just […]
The aged librarian sometimes uses hands to scribble signs on book-spines to dewey decimal the manuals and catalog the book of psalms Sometimes he will sweep the floors or dust […]
Verb your words in gowns; parcel metaphors in rhyme, wall your senses; noun your verses; still there’s time. A second poem, a ditty for Lilian’s post to verbify other words […]
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