Escape the brushstrokes
we huddle and we shut our windows escape the brushstrokes of what’s different as mauve is safer than what’s purple we find solace in what’s beige and grey and avoid […]
we huddle and we shut our windows escape the brushstrokes of what’s different as mauve is safer than what’s purple we find solace in what’s beige and grey and avoid […]
She’s folding carefully and tenderly her indigo calligraphy the words that never will be read, or sealed in magenta scent of roses. the words she once had treasured the words […]
this morning I woke early enough to fall asleep once again this morning the sun whispered secrets to the moon while I slept this morning I dreamt that, like the […]
aweigh! aweigh! in misty night the tinkle cadence of the chains anchor raises as we leave these shores aweigh! aweigh! siderate: a rough command bending backs silently capturing night as […]
Sweet moon dancer and the meal creator Our garden’s friend, and diamond bearer, lullaby singer honey whisperer Our decision maker and unpaid laborer. The butterfly charmer and home’s defender. Today […]
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