No Necromancing
We were just lovers never friends.
We were just lovers never friends.
Just like the songit never rainedthe summer when I lived in Southern California. It drove my crazynot to havethose lazy momentswhen you were forcedto stay inside. With no excuse, I […]
It’s June today,so summer’s darlingsmile me miles on sunbeamsstun my softly on your wings;come, darling bloom for me in blueforget what darkness brings and slip me scores of skinso we may […]
lilac sentinels — evening zephyr’s lucentperfumed in blossomsas a robin serenades the neighbor’s marmalade cat I never had the time to write for Frank’s prompt on Japanese five line poetry last week […]
The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite, perhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries. Jorge Lous Borges, The Library of Babel. Which came first, the library or […]
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