Five ways to leave
The road to the southtreveres over gentlest of hillsalong rivers and streamswhere we’re shadowed by duskuntil we’re falling asleep. The path to the westwhere we walk against windbeing whipped by […]
The road to the southtreveres over gentlest of hillsalong rivers and streamswhere we’re shadowed by duskuntil we’re falling asleep. The path to the westwhere we walk against windbeing whipped by […]
The world is a vampire, sent to drainSecret destroyers, hold you up to the flamesAnd what do I get, for my pain?Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game (From: […]
He who can, Does, He who cannot, Teaches.George Bernard Shaw The aged librariancater for the books to rememberthe teachers from his youthwho taught him to quell his curiositywith encyclopedic text […]
Manic for his mansiona man of sort, a snake-oil driller, boasterskilled at nothing, still believerin himself, his self, a self to serveto kneel before Gilded heart is hiding stonesas for […]
Cattle die, kindred die,we ourselves also die;but I know one thing that never dies, –judgment on each one dead.Havamal 77 A viking chieftain in a praise of selflet carve his […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly