His Fingertips will syncopate – dVerse jazz
I smoo-ooth as silk, swaying in togetherness her hand …. in her … drum-d-d-drum – drum ba-ba-BA-bass sway and swing night together – candle flickering smOOOth caress diamonds […]
I smoo-ooth as silk, swaying in togetherness her hand …. in her … drum-d-d-drum – drum ba-ba-BA-bass sway and swing night together – candle flickering smOOOth caress diamonds […]
we’re dancing in the falling leaves the joy of autumn us enchant before the darkness daylight thieves I sing in joy this light descant above a crimson, orange roof we’re […]
I do remember falling towers of September the orange clouds against cerulean blue a fall that changed the world forever I do remember Lehman Brothers in September of future’s gone […]
A death in plenitude and joy a trip through colors into grey you go from bashful, turning coy as night take over from the day A silence under shining stars […]
A group of knights in darkest wood To dying cries of men in pain In twilight hark the chilling drums The signal for an end of reign Compassion from the […]
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