For the umami
You might not believe me, but I never foraged for mushrooms to get high, I did it only for umami. I’ve always felt connected to mycelium, the underground part of […]
You might not believe me, but I never foraged for mushrooms to get high, I did it only for umami. I’ve always felt connected to mycelium, the underground part of […]
Yesterday,the Moon-shadowedsun hid to blacken the woodseclipsing as the birds muted;grass turned from green into greya visit from midnightbefore he was dueand as the sun-sickletried to break freefrom the shackles […]
In my myopic gazeyour drizzled apparition —is purple to my failing eyes;ghostlike, veiled in rainyou, a rainbow specterwho brail to sunshineonly to my probing fingertips. You were never sunshineexcept when […]
Back from the countryback to school and laterunder the streetlightswe’re meeting and greetingboombox is blaringjumping and stompingdown by the cornersharing with buddieswe’re daring and tellingof conquests in summersunburned we’re braggingof […]
Passion cannot be measuredwith the scent of a tea rose in June,it cannot be toldfrom the first breeze at dawnnever to whisperbut screamed at the top of your lungs. Passion […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly