Bat-born elopingfor their sabbath carriedby the spells of moonlight spilled,potions in their eyesstar-drunk on rose-waterwomen shedding decencywith silver skin exposedand their violent violins. Lust-luredthey are leaving life behindfor a dark […]
Buried bones forgotten ashbelow the hungry flagstones rests eternal love I never cared about illicit cashbut hid my hands inside the gloves that Midas left I soiled my soulby bloodshed […]
Where the moon-silver spilled its whisperwe met — merely to listen but never to fallwhile you had intentions, I was the driftera bumblebee flying too close to the walls Your […]
Fog-born mornings — falla blank canvas waiting for its huesa lady to be dressed in emberin harvest and decay. Midday and a clear sun still warms, pretendingthat its ruleisn’t ending […]
Ahead, as marked by cairns,our pathmeanders, crawlsbeneath the bluffs,through forests and acrossa frothing streamover rocks whilestepby stepwe find ourselvesrenewed. Later, guided bythe whispering breezeour shadows tracksthe ridges and diving intovalleys […]
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
