Constricted canvas
Suffocating silence, my stumbling syllables a classroom filled, smoldering with energy bright eyed aliens, students not like me. I bend my head sharpened by my pencil: tracing fantasies — faces, […]
Suffocating silence, my stumbling syllables a classroom filled, smoldering with energy bright eyed aliens, students not like me. I bend my head sharpened by my pencil: tracing fantasies — faces, […]
What happened here, the woods look brown When trees are dying, who destroys the view? Echo: You What’s that virus, what destroys its soil? Echo: Oil How can I stop […]
The oak agreed to lend its soul, its massive trunk took me across the river wild to reach my goal: your hand in mine, and for the gloss of polished […]
Granitic wavelets rolling, kneading sand with pewter clouds adrift like ships. Breathing bearded daisies falling into softness, moistened by my failing songs. A walk so gentle, daring is this wind […]
My garden rests heavy with the weight of rain drained at evening from the growth from daylight slavery from chlorophyll machinery from nagging voice of seize the day. “Do the […]
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