Transition into waiting
November is crawling to its end and this is the last week before Advent when we truly start to measure the time until holidays. Now lights will come up, not […]
November is crawling to its end and this is the last week before Advent when we truly start to measure the time until holidays. Now lights will come up, not […]
Before the sodden churchyard has been kissedby daylight skipping in between headstones,I hear them through the chilling autumn mist,the muffled footsteps of returning souls.From All Souls by Kim Russel 2025 […]
Dusk swallowed dawn into nightstretched as a shrouded corpseforever dank, moon stars sunlost to November when no amount of lamps can color what is black,the pale skinned huddle inside,while a […]
I don’t needto be cuddled,caressedor cajoled by yourcomforting kisses I don’t craveto be cured fromcontagions of crush but if you coax mewith cookies or candyforever I’ll beyour captive,controlledby your cooking […]
As my colours drain into shades of greymy brimstone heart becomes the devil’s pawnI should not have strayed from the narrow way When noose tightens, my weight pulling me downa […]
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