Dance me open
Dance me open twist your bubble ’round our shimmered grins, spill me spells. Breeze me roses, green perfume of leaves untouched. Bring with lull of ocean journeys undulations melted, skip […]
Dance me open twist your bubble ’round our shimmered grins, spill me spells. Breeze me roses, green perfume of leaves untouched. Bring with lull of ocean journeys undulations melted, skip […]
Before they built success with steel, concrete and glass for cruise ships passing, this was a place for drying cod, for diesel fumes, from hands and rope-burned fingers grabbing beer […]
O pen, my voice to open worlds with these poetic links I carve with ink. O pen, my sword to fence, defend, make sense in opening the doors. O pen, […]
You say it’s only healing while I pick at scabs coping, hoping that someday I’ll learn to live with stitches, stretch of scars and this: my skin’s too thin to […]
My moon, translucent sweet you — a bat-of-lashes fluent heated temptress, silky empress. You the teaser, freeze of sea, you a pilferer of silver river mirror cross the midnight water. […]
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