Yams and roadkill
Mom… your yams are mushy and the mushroom’s foul and yucky. Your cabbage smells like garbage this supper sucks, I’m so unlucky, Mom… your soup’s disgusting and sprouts for me […]
Mom… your yams are mushy and the mushroom’s foul and yucky. Your cabbage smells like garbage this supper sucks, I’m so unlucky, Mom… your soup’s disgusting and sprouts for me […]
There once was a boy from Kentucky, who was always considered unlucky. When he met with a girl with the sweetest of curls, he tripped and his face became mucky, […]
These; my stillborn words of staring into voids of darkness, These: my queries roared while counting time that can’t be measured, or when or why? or with whom it counts? […]
Spewed from indigestion of a sperm whale, washed in waves and kelp are ambergris and attar from rose, are musk and frankincense, are sandalwood and cinnamon. These, the basic notes […]
Beauty is a prison dressed in pink perfume, , it is stiletto heels on smiling glass-eyed mannequins , it is the Chinese water-torture, disharmony and sugar. Beauty is the soft […]
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
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