Memento Mori
A letter found on the aged librarian’s desk after he disappeared into the deeper levels of the library Dear young visitorwhoever you will be, bright-eyed, blue or notwhen you read […]
A letter found on the aged librarian’s desk after he disappeared into the deeper levels of the library Dear young visitorwhoever you will be, bright-eyed, blue or notwhen you read […]
Baker, brewer, poetcrafting more from less;it starts from flour, malt or inkbut with hand and mindand spiced with timethe craftsman, meamalgamates what’s simpleinto complexity for all your senses;so please sit […]
In western wind awhirlwe sway and swirlwe dance away unboundfrom branch and bough;unwound by wind we sailwe float, we fallset free a whileuntil we find our soilto settle, sleep, decayfor […]
Around the belfry circle thirteen rooksanticipating murder — blood belowas spilled on graves, in grass, and as it looksdelivered with precision blow by blowon the sparrows by their kindred crow.November […]
We are the ones that dwell withinthe belly butterflies before a trystthe gold-pot rainbows you will crossthe tingle of her song you still recallwe come as friends, but still bewarewithout […]
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