Marleys come calling
Dead — as a door-nail reflecting flicker of wildfire-glow; may we still hope that the ghosts of the Marleys might call on Scrooges to teach them that money burns better […]
Dead — as a door-nail reflecting flicker of wildfire-glow; may we still hope that the ghosts of the Marleys might call on Scrooges to teach them that money burns better […]
Don’t tell me it’s maybe No darling, please baby You must not say no don’t go that low Come holler and yell much closer and tell in barks, boom and […]
One is laced with frost its mate besmirched in blaze; my Janus-eyed mate, my dream-wolf, wordlessly impaling my sleep. Stare-asking —she mutely peers delightfully, with deliberate intent why my pay-check […]
At night our pyre glows with sudden flares as tongues, ensnaring trees, condemned by us, the virtuos wardens turned to butchers, hangmen and assassins; we, the undertakers watch our garden […]
A Man of fortitude shall forge Himself, and know how iron can be tied to muscle-manacles, be gasoline and guns be best to boast but loath how flowers can be […]
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