Aconitum
Bittersweet — those wolfsbane words (maybe, maybe not); aconitum. sending venom through my veins. In the first of circles — limboed, I waited, stranded, numbed in the Nightshade blessings, live […]
Bittersweet — those wolfsbane words (maybe, maybe not); aconitum. sending venom through my veins. In the first of circles — limboed, I waited, stranded, numbed in the Nightshade blessings, live […]
I have poured out the rye you had saved on the counter cause when you are befuddled enough to eat up the plums I had saved for my breakfast you […]
When you see the woods And world in purple Or when creatures Soft in their solitude — Disturbed by caws of fowls. It’s not impossible — A cause is pink […]
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. Martin Luther King Our state of mind is just to live our lives — begin by […]
Don’t talk unless you can improve the silence Jorge Luis Borges The aged librarian sees scent in calm, palms it in his notebook; is the mouse — housekeeper of 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