Autumn breath
Exhale — let spirit merge with first November’s mud-born shadows, rancid, ripe and fungi-filled, drizzled, eye-lid-burdened-born in autumn’s lack of light. Exhale — let loose remaining light, embrace this reek […]
Exhale — let spirit merge with first November’s mud-born shadows, rancid, ripe and fungi-filled, drizzled, eye-lid-burdened-born in autumn’s lack of light. Exhale — let loose remaining light, embrace this reek […]
Blend your potion dark and strong with umbra, add an adder’s tongue and warmth of tundra, mix with splinters from the hangman’s gallow, a spider’s web and some prayers shallow. […]
It’s not the thorny scent of blooming sloe in spring, not its delicate lace hiding the sharp barbs not the warmth of sun while walking barefoot late in May but […]
The autumn leaves, still hesitant to leave, are like my poems desperately seeking questions better fitting every manifold of vagrant answers waiting to decay. A very short poem written for […]
He lures you with his fiddle moaning from the eddies, in the foam of water where the stream is fiercest. He tempts you with the way the river rushes, crushes […]
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Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
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