The prize of being well preserved
Conserved and shrinkwrapped, Amanda bowed her head and sighed. “So I inherit everything?”, the solicitor kept silent. “Is it a lot?” The solicitor smiled and showed her a paper with […]
Conserved and shrinkwrapped, Amanda bowed her head and sighed. “So I inherit everything?”, the solicitor kept silent. “Is it a lot?” The solicitor smiled and showed her a paper with […]
Stare-freed stir-fed pony- tailed (told) in id- led linge- red robin’s gli- ded, gilded songs. Straight blacked thistled dead & casketed. For Shawna’s thistle — February 23, 2016
With scraps of food from dumpster-diving sewer-salvaged in her rat-tailed hair she crosses barefoot her deserted streets. Scavenger on acid, she was once a flower child, blessed before she met […]
Pressure building — boiling bubbled – bled – he’s led to anger. His brow is danger-veined crimson (crimed), sweaty and on syllable-machetes rip with screams rooms apart. Before he bottled […]
Boldly bursting, I am bubb- led by your presence being. You, my rain- bowed specter guardian, jailer, sweet protector. I’m daisied lolling, crazy windblown sailing mindblown done for, trapped inside […]
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
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Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
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chronicling my quarter life crisis