Mountain silence
To wake up to winter silence in a mountain cabin means yet a day of plans fulfilled. The whistle of wind in the chimney would have meant a day of […]
To wake up to winter silence in a mountain cabin means yet a day of plans fulfilled. The whistle of wind in the chimney would have meant a day of […]
The river’s born from restless rain, it grows and gathers strength a source of tears that’s infinite The river giggles over rocks to rest, embraced by bogs in mountains where […]
I never cared much for pranks on April fool’s day, but I do remember years ago when I first became a manager at work I had the privilege of being […]
You, startled shudder, worms and worries that came from ash and soil with lanky hair to put my trust in winter’s flurries From moon and rage my eyesight blurry, in […]
Tonight the sky is infinite — horizon endless expanding into voids within the voids of nothing but a darkness friendless. The pebble we call earth is helpless to ferocious forces […]
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