Roadkill 2AM
Far away at 2 AM, awake; with her silver bells a gentle chime of frozen roads. “I couldn’t brake in time, the doe came rushing out too late, too fast, […]
Far away at 2 AM, awake; with her silver bells a gentle chime of frozen roads. “I couldn’t brake in time, the doe came rushing out too late, too fast, […]
We were the sea and soil, the withered green We were the burning ice and blazing night. But we were crushed by weight of dawn. We were the fragrant rose, […]
When the riptide comes you are the force of moon p-u-l-l-i-n-g water & draining estuaries, leaving in its wake a smell of seaweed. “Why did you leave the water running?” […]
With constellations fading smothered smoothly as my whiteness whispers brittle binaries and forgotten scripts once programmed in my genomes. But since the mainframe tells me that I’m dead. my veins […]
There is a soft scent of thyme when I walk barefoot through the garden crushing tender leaves. They may spread like weeds but late in summer with its purple flowers […]
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