Titanium white recovery – colors for dVerse
The way we paint in colors to conceal like it’s an oil paint where we once again could have a life of purple love in verdant spring with tangerine and […]
The way we paint in colors to conceal like it’s an oil paint where we once again could have a life of purple love in verdant spring with tangerine and […]
I go too slow today silent lorries fleeting woodlands detoxicate tulipomania academically mainstreaming quadruplicates extravagantness sphygmomanometer hypochondriacally bourgeoisification A snowball poem.. way to late for Anna’s dVerse avantgarde article. — […]
despite the cumulonimbus of your silence – a silver lining as the sun streamed through in melodies of sweet forgiveness, tempting me despite the thunder far away we hide together […]
a putrid smell of rotting flesh and movement from the beast that hides in darkness of my home reminder of a feast Oh should I dare to face this foe […]
I touched your skin and burn away as embers in myself will die this orange – crimson feel my heat in ashes now my heart depletes the day we met, […]
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