Limerence
The aged librarian finds pridein being prudent even in the faceof vagrant long-legged visitors,with hips wider than a singlegaze could capture, even if theirpassing presence, tinkly titter,and blossomy essence stiran […]
The aged librarian finds pridein being prudent even in the faceof vagrant long-legged visitors,with hips wider than a singlegaze could capture, even if theirpassing presence, tinkly titter,and blossomy essence stiran […]
The library hasno other mirrorsthan the one he foundat twelve noonbetween the stanzasof arcane Tudor poetry.. In this indivisible spacehe saw an unmarked voidthat perfectly fithis vacant soulstill waiting to […]
This summer is a dragon’s fiery breathwith fevered brow, she brings with daylight droughtand in her path with tindered grass comes deathfrom restless flames, behind her ash and nought.This summer’s […]
You asked me to bepresent in your past,being made awareof your injustices. You wantedto be gracious,and pardon thosewho left,but you never foundthe time to ponderour future, until ungraciously aloneI leftyou […]
We bonded over walking, wide and farwhen over mountains, meadows, moors we paired you let your hair be wind-blown, sun-kissed, freewandering on forgotten paths towards the sea; and when we […]
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