The Crupleprat from Bombamare
When you’re searching for the cruplepratyou have to look beyond the zimblebeamand walk the willyways and follow turlytatsthrough wind and rain; see there she gleams in fur and diamonds, with […]
When you’re searching for the cruplepratyou have to look beyond the zimblebeamand walk the willyways and follow turlytatsthrough wind and rain; see there she gleams in fur and diamonds, with […]
You may bellow out in rageor acting mellow, whileyou blabber trifle mattersseething slowly in your furyuntil imploding to yourself,burning and forever buriedunder gravity of all perceivedinjustice in this vacant world. […]
I saw your angelface, I heard your voice.at morning song, your bright soprano and I felt beneath your robe, your youth that kindled flames in me. From you I crave […]
When you’re searching for a cruplepratyou have to look beyond the zimblebeamand walk the willyways and follow turlytatsthrough wind and rain; see there it gleams in fur and diamonds, with […]
I met an octopus the other dayas I was shopping for a crupleprathe asked me if I knew the shallow wayto where he’d find a candy Stetson hat I didn’t […]
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