Anger
Before you boil and burst in vicious fits and fists it starts as itching, harbingers in crawl — creatures, spiders centipedes inching foot by foot along your spine… before they […]
Before you boil and burst in vicious fits and fists it starts as itching, harbingers in crawl — creatures, spiders centipedes inching foot by foot along your spine… before they […]
Work my fire, light my darkness, raise my freezing bones from ash and pyre. Boil my blood, and skin my senses, dance me sleepless. sweat me midnight dizzy wrap me […]
Deep in sleep I dream of mountains steep, with leaping streams and gleaming sheep, with tears that beam from grass and rocks. But then — what shock… I scream in […]
He entered our pub at nine camel-hair-coated and silver-haired a wealthy man far from home but walking to a tune of wealthy woodwind and persuasive percussion, he carried a frown […]
I write because (and how) the rain is wet, because the scent of snow is wild because of cause and reason when winds are mild in spring because (and why) […]
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