Lilacs smell goodbye
At spring when there is lilac in the air: a scent so sweet to bring me back to end of school: we hugged and promised: it’s not goodbye it’s called […]
At spring when there is lilac in the air: a scent so sweet to bring me back to end of school: we hugged and promised: it’s not goodbye it’s called […]
Relax by running sounds like a contradiction, but for me it’s not. When I focus on how I place my feet on the path, lift my chest and push a […]
When we got closer to the sea we saw how the chill of winds over water had made the spring progress a little slower. We felt like gaining back some […]
Metamorphosed, by a pine marten’s brush, she was watercolored smooth, then scalpel sculptured, a lily formed, to model muse, a she for she, a pioneer Postulated penis envy, contradicted with […]
Hear song of tits and crow of cocks, when from the bushes hidden gold from bitch is snatched by thieving magpie. While spring is wile tectonic with temptation, blue, seductive […]
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