Striations carved – trifextra
I’m picking petals carefully to wordless honeyed sighs In exquisite pain you leave striations carved criss-cross on my arching back. Quivering from softest touch feather’s gently tormenting anticipation for when […]
I’m picking petals carefully to wordless honeyed sighs In exquisite pain you leave striations carved criss-cross on my arching back. Quivering from softest touch feather’s gently tormenting anticipation for when […]
On the highest skydeck we seehow infinity’s much vasterthan the universe we know. You take my hand in yours,and tell me how you longfor atmospheres – so blue –protecting from […]
at winter I dreamt of skis a pair that smelled of tar waxed in perfect balance between glide and grip and weather was a fairy tale I would be skiing […]
Yet another century gone tormented in the acid rain within the marble stone his soul still yearns for her livid flesh. As season pass and go he sees the love […]
a brief encounter is a first a brief encounter is a performance that takes place as an imaginary scenario where the artist’s grandmother meets with Karl Marx a brief encounter […]
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