A bundle of carnations.
The red cloth around her bundle, a burden tied carefully around what’s left of life, she’s turned collateral, fleeing mortar serpents, a sacrifice to threat of unsheathed knifes, She could […]
The red cloth around her bundle, a burden tied carefully around what’s left of life, she’s turned collateral, fleeing mortar serpents, a sacrifice to threat of unsheathed knifes, She could […]
Affairs of peat and ash abash it’s far from fair affairs repulse and kill yet still repeat, repeat repeat again to what gain? a burning pain my fading pulse of […]
In stagnant steam and smoke — machinery condemns us to be servants to their wheels; we add some oil to quench its squeal we’re locked in this foreboding slavery. In […]
Fingernails are cutting burning pain inside my palm; acid bubbling; rumble; maiming mind with loneliness. deluge me breathing deep finding solace seeking solitude in ways that clouds are forming raining […]
I peek through the safety-glass window, a few drops of champagne still remaining in my glass; it’s probably the last few drops of the world; we have good reasons to […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly