My plastic organ-pipes
with Midas touch that leads me on your promises of more to come myopic stings of lathered buns psychotic misses take me home mischievously like Sisyphus fills up his rock-pretend-balloons […]
with Midas touch that leads me on your promises of more to come myopic stings of lathered buns psychotic misses take me home mischievously like Sisyphus fills up his rock-pretend-balloons […]
In all creation stories humanity have created it’s centered round the thought of men, this is not unnatural – the stories are after all created only in our thoughts. In […]
alligator waiting patiently – mosquito’s song Linked to Carpe Diem May 23, 2014
in a foreign field the wind still invokes their names the blood red poppies (JRB) high above a singing lark forget the battle echoes (me) Linked […]
a summer’s day can be a tender kiss when smiling blackbirds sing from thicket’s caves but when the chainsaw screams and timber crash this sudden death in May erase my […]
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