milky sea
we sipped silence once we stripped and skinny dipped in milky sea you sat with kelp beside me mute and wet in fluorescent skin were you selkie? were you dream […]
we sipped silence once we stripped and skinny dipped in milky sea you sat with kelp beside me mute and wet in fluorescent skin were you selkie? were you dream […]
Likely I will dress for Halloween in rubber boots, an oilskin coat, and kid-skin gloves. Likely on my head the black fedora that shades my face from prying eyes. Likely, […]
There were caw of crows a fence around the headstone and his broken mallet overgrown with grass. A mallet argument bludgeon better than convinces, maybe silence is a question. We […]
This poem’s inked in white There is time to breathe inhale exhale with space b e t w e e n the words. This poem’s sylla- bled in calm It’s […]
With weight of wet in wool, he’s waterlogged and wrecked; He’s drawn to depths and calls for help: mayday, mayday. But … important selfie seconds slips, and stolen from salvation […]
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