yet again we believe and vote.
Syllables are clinging to his lips Words slither through the air and bury burdens hide the lies and simplify. His speech diverges from the truth and dribble drops of soup […]
Syllables are clinging to his lips Words slither through the air and bury burdens hide the lies and simplify. His speech diverges from the truth and dribble drops of soup […]
Why do you whisper songlines to the wind? What secrets did your share, while he moved his fingers through your hair? Was it tears he brought, or was that a […]
tick-tock of my jaded clock tick-tock burning sofas snuff the embers tick-tock feed the starving kilns tick-tock mute the wolves employed to choke the members capture words as capsicum bitter […]
none we see o, come as one as reams on war concern us crimson raw come, o come as caucus names secure a man as sermons answer none unseen once […]
The empress’ bejeweled cleft perfect pert defer her decent dress. Embed her fevered bed enters the erected steed beseech the reckless deeds bleed the gentle feeds the flesh Etches, fettered […]
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