For camellias and graves
Shade is for camellias and a state of mind Shade is one of fifty bookworms in their vintage lace Shade is dappled green & condom wrappers. Shade is laurel triumphs […]
Shade is for camellias and a state of mind Shade is one of fifty bookworms in their vintage lace Shade is dappled green & condom wrappers. Shade is laurel triumphs […]
death is the mother of beauty, the stranger a salesman, a constant companion death is a debt — a sure bet death is nothing at all […]
shrouded moonshine, dying bogs heavy footsteps, silent sigh grinning pumpkins, freezing fog rotting woodsheds, burning eyes rattling claws on windowpanes bloodstained napkins, dirty deeds echoes from the one-way lane screaming […]
procrastination is what i do best – it’s my enemy-friend procrastination is an art I have mastered in my fear of success a symptom of being a perfectionist? I still […]
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