Checkmate for dVerse and Visdare
“I need my money back” old man cried “They said investments in your real-estate was safe and guaranteed” Teller man, said not a word and smiled with charcoal lips cast-ironed […]
“I need my money back” old man cried “They said investments in your real-estate was safe and guaranteed” Teller man, said not a word and smiled with charcoal lips cast-ironed […]
in summer sings its canopy and shadows me with verdant leaves where underneath I can forget this charcoal winter filigree of sooty fingers reaching up to cut apart this leaded […]
the bleeding sun paints rivers that meander cross the sea that ceased to move in dying evening wind I hear sailors curse their burning sails that ceased to move so […]
first I ran to get my lunch in time I ran to get to bed I ran to fill my weekend I ran to find my day then one day […]
with silver yarn of dreams I tried in vain to tie a net to catch those loving words escaping from your lips with golden sheets of sunshine I tried in […]
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