Learning to count
I never taught myself to wait. Pacing, back and forth. Sluggish minutes crawling ‘cross my back. Waiting is an itch to weigh, it’s to rein the rain or survey sand. […]
I never taught myself to wait. Pacing, back and forth. Sluggish minutes crawling ‘cross my back. Waiting is an itch to weigh, it’s to rein the rain or survey sand. […]
Through sulphur haze — a solemn wail from ocean depths when monsters raised on bulging backs, on silver scales. And from our shores we stared derailed in awe, bedazzled by […]
You were ember to my icicles, You, adventure and a scent more forceful than your wet footprints on the hard- wood floor from bath to me. You were braille on […]
Honey, spoil me rotten with your kisses soft as cotton. be my missus, honey. Let’s be wedded when it’s sunny. We’ll stay bedded if it’s raining, and embracing with the […]
I read today that this November has not been blessed with sunlight it’s been cloudy, darker than forever But still with you, at home, it’s bright it’s sunny in this […]
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