Dandelion eyes
High on saccharin, placebo sugar-rushed she’s dancing close to paper- moons; she’s burning cold from ink-washed stares. Her hands are skies and kites, she calls for crows on naked boughs. […]
High on saccharin, placebo sugar-rushed she’s dancing close to paper- moons; she’s burning cold from ink-washed stares. Her hands are skies and kites, she calls for crows on naked boughs. […]
X-rayed by your razor eyes, bass-beat baseline, glockenspieled, curse me blind with whimpered cries. I bend before you girl, raw and tender, peeled I feel you, come and hang with […]
On new year’s eve he lets the ancient sunshine in to dust beloved shelves. He sits beside the window drinking tea and watches specks of dust transform from books to […]
Power lies in lies, like Sauron filling dreams with fear not facts Alt-right trolls and darknet chatbots rule us with their post-truth rules, That we are stronger when divided. That […]
I crumble papers with last year’s resolutions waived — still waiting for re-cycling (or to be left in parentheses) like the bullet point un- punctuated… or poems partly written. I […]
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