The potent potion of a kiss
the potent potion of your kiss stirred with silver from a gibbous moon aroused with perfume from October’s frost shared in crystal flutes along the well-known paths silenced by an […]
the potent potion of your kiss stirred with silver from a gibbous moon aroused with perfume from October’s frost shared in crystal flutes along the well-known paths silenced by an […]
In the dancing shadow-play of the earthly Mother’s warming womb we wait for silence-seconds; among these limestone growing sculptures reality is shrinking with the distance to the anthill skyscrapering of […]
Burning in the cannella like blot is pumping through your vellus a dross of precious winter lingers for the briefest monastery in lemonade between contango and a kith but burning […]
Like Ratatoskr, the turbid tabloids bring — in brutal ways — the chthonic gossip, of scandalous celebrities. Quenching (lustfully) in demonic listlessness, our reality as such; Glossy with Kim Kardashian […]
with arms like rattlesnakes she captivates and snares in ambrosia-enchanting melodies of icicles and grave-lights lit as his syringe siren’s singing just for him the stars above are sunlit dust […]
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