Dusk
You taste my hands preparing us for dusk, in tangerine the sky adorns itself for dusk. We listen for the nightingales to sing, and let the longing of our lips […]
You taste my hands preparing us for dusk, in tangerine the sky adorns itself for dusk. We listen for the nightingales to sing, and let the longing of our lips […]
Did you ever see a mantis praying for its prey, a lion letting go, a snake with antivenom tears or a broker breaking down if he have won? Did you […]
This burning urge, this itch of greed to grab what’s green: This yearn to pilfer, steal, to launder dough in offshore bank accounts, This. our lust of being rich has […]
We were the hottest start-up ever balancing the business case a red-hot book-to-bill and vivid burn-rates shrinking assets. Drink champagne we said. It was the new economy where value can […]
Inhale the pliant moments squeezed between the brazen blackbird singing and the silver filigree of bashful stars. Inhale and listen to the massive scent of May, that bird-cherry-blossom-sweet perfume, dancing […]
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