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The weight of the wordsin the library winonly and only when readwhen spread on the streetsfor living and dead. But when the wordsbend for the swords of the mighty.when burning […]
The weight of the wordsin the library winonly and only when readwhen spread on the streetsfor living and dead. But when the wordsbend for the swords of the mighty.when burning […]
Took a jabat jamming a bitdown at the pubwith Martin and Steve,but got stuck in the jamto jabber instead.with instruments silentwe babbled ‘bout nothingyapping and ramblin’making plans for tomorrowto meet […]
leaf-laden heavy canopiesshadow the sky we followour meandering footpathone final tryst Today we are trying our hands with the Cherita again at dVerse hosted By Merill. The cherita should tell […]
As days are getting shorter and summer has aged to a middle aged woman, nights are coming back and I will go to bed in darkness. I will be able […]
You mask penumbrain a voice — lacedwith bitter taste ofpending thunderstorms. I try to whisper words of greenand honeysuckle songsto sooth your mind as electric scents increasebloom and buildyou explode […]
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