Walk densely afterwards
Walk densely by my silent side while smiling sinly, softly sipping telepathic waves of wishes weighed with red. Angelic beams — your eyes are purple bloom — deeply burning with […]
Walk densely by my silent side while smiling sinly, softly sipping telepathic waves of wishes weighed with red. Angelic beams — your eyes are purple bloom — deeply burning with […]
With pigtails, rosy cheeks they praise an ancient freedom, silent beauty of our northern lands summer meadows, sun and skies. But when with rose-bud lips they praise our honored name […]
“My truck is the size of a green wheelbarrow full of dead horsepower. I dug it up in the cemetery. ” ― Jarod Kintz, Sleepwalking is restercise This poem is the […]
Marble of the tiger’s eye iridescent and dense. anticipating rain. I’m nauseated by its claws the waiting for retracted footprints in the mud. A sigh at dusk: my song is […]
Suffocating silence, my stumbling syllables a classroom filled, smoldering with energy bright eyed aliens, students not like me. I bend my head sharpened by my pencil: tracing fantasies — faces, […]
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