Night Windows
We had worked in silence to gather up our pieces, trying in vain to separate the knick-knacks of our twenty years of failure into separate piles. The worthless ledger of […]
We had worked in silence to gather up our pieces, trying in vain to separate the knick-knacks of our twenty years of failure into separate piles. The worthless ledger of […]
We carried the weight of our dreamsinto the dawn, into daylightand twilight they bitterly screamedentangled in bedsheets we’re doomed repeating the nightmares againand carry the weight of our dreamsforever tethered […]
Manifoldly mirrored,me in many partsor canvas oneness-art that drills belowmy complacent skininto my manic mindkaleidoscoped in fourpoint one dimensions,but when I squeezemy eyes, my focusinto two unfolds, andI am one, […]
May is perfumed with memories, the bird cherry bloom takes me back to the days I left high school, of leaving youth and childhood behind, drunk on cheap wine and […]
His books are mirrorsand therefore in the voidbetweeneach volume juxtaposedthe space is infinite; he calls his librarythe universewhere everything (and everyone)but time prevailunchanged,while in the world outsideseason follows seasonand nothing […]
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