Hollow self
The hollow in your pillow, is a void still warm, an echo of the dreams we shared but split in two. You only saw yourself, while the only voice I […]
The hollow in your pillow, is a void still warm, an echo of the dreams we shared but split in two. You only saw yourself, while the only voice I […]
She picked pomegranates warm from the sun. The stains on her gown, like blood on the bed sheets, have dried. She walked on the glass we had broken. Blood-let and […]
North Sea — mischievous mistress, foam-mouthed femme I plead you, paramour still your surge, calm the brine, let the lighthouse-beacon bring my brittle boat through froth-teeth spray through cruel curlicues […]
Bound within you keep your worlds, riddle-inked and layered paper-thin, guarded by librarian loyalty until your words are ferociously freed in prose of verse: the nightshade burning veins or blossom-scent […]
We rested helpless, lost below a listless sky, no moon, no noon no stars to mar its grayness, no screams no dreams to bless us from this ceaseless agony this […]
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by sensuality, love, nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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