wolfsbane – for dVerse
Waiting for her wolf while hooded monkshood nod confirming lure of virgin blood she’s caped with wolfsbane folded deep inside her heart hold hemlocked secrets and her foxgloved hands are […]
Waiting for her wolf while hooded monkshood nod confirming lure of virgin blood she’s caped with wolfsbane folded deep inside her heart hold hemlocked secrets and her foxgloved hands are […]
There are two cautions for my readers 1. this is fiction, purely fiction – and quite horrific. 2. It’s not new but has been written to a prompt The reason […]
the lazy canopies smother me tonight in their stagnant smell of fall decay I meet a badger on my evening walk and for a brief instant – he looks at […]
questions – curiosity fertilizes relationships yet I bury secrets — Even shorter poetry for Brian at dVerse
disaster smells like ash as summer-heat becoming flames in clouds above I see the images of paths I’ll never walk of dying woods, unwritten books of photo albums turned to […]
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