Three’s a crowd
Three’s what forms a crowd, it’s said unwanted one’s unpaired from two, You’ve never seen a threesomed bed and marriage vows can work as glue It’s making sense to close […]
Three’s what forms a crowd, it’s said unwanted one’s unpaired from two, You’ve never seen a threesomed bed and marriage vows can work as glue It’s making sense to close […]
Fragments means, when after- wards interpreted, pieced together, much like swirls of fingerprints or helices, the souls of past still buried in our cells. We try to place ourselves in […]
I see through fingered shadows wicked flames and dames, a sailor-lady (kelp in hair) a bad to be, (maybe) if not the bloom and laughter, and your famous hands (smaller […]
Unburdened, passed my nights in satin paled by touch of hands and moths unscorched: a fevered fire; It was before I fell, on wings aflamed, an Icarus of me. I […]
As darkly butterflied, you whispered velvet lull in affirmations of deficiency as ghosted winds, in scream like twisters you broke apart the bonds, dependencies you were my aqua regia, acid […]
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