November lust
burning blood on fingertips desire quenched in last embrace the hunger of November clouds see sharpness of surrender his life forfeit to dreams undone behind the curtains of her hair […]
burning blood on fingertips desire quenched in last embrace the hunger of November clouds see sharpness of surrender his life forfeit to dreams undone behind the curtains of her hair […]
The way we paint in colors to conceal like it’s an oil paint where we once again could have a life of purple love in verdant spring with tangerine and […]
I go too slow today silent lorries fleeting woodlands detoxicate tulipomania academically mainstreaming quadruplicates extravagantness sphygmomanometer hypochondriacally bourgeoisification A snowball poem.. way to late for Anna’s dVerse avantgarde article. — […]
despite the cumulonimbus of your silence – a silver lining as the sun streamed through in melodies of sweet forgiveness, tempting me despite the thunder far away we hide together […]
dancing words that echo – repeat and tie themselves into the knots that keep me here immobilized just like a deer that’s trapped inside the beacon from the headlights of […]
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