Crossing the moat – Conceit for dVerse
you talk with sprockets smooth from oil and grease like bullets from an AK-47 but coming home I find you lost your ease and walk in muddy boots invading heaven […]
you talk with sprockets smooth from oil and grease like bullets from an AK-47 but coming home I find you lost your ease and walk in muddy boots invading heaven […]
Jolly Roger is a superior when compared to the tourist class hotel located opposite of Disneyland and one block from the Anaheim convention in the department of criminology for business […]
Tightly packed like passengers in morning rush-hour subway smelling damp wool from the November drizzle. Or like the articles in my morning paper of death, torture in domestic slavery and […]
It is solved by walking. – Algerian Proverb My bare feet feel the smoothness of cobblestones and I reflect how it’s been worn down by generations of soldier’s boots, young […]
On the highest skydeck we seehow infinity’s much vasterthan the universe we know. You take my hand in yours,and tell me how you longfor atmospheres – so blue –protecting from […]
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