Not your doll
Ice in eyes, she craves the fire of your silence now listen, let her talk for once cause you never asked, before you took because you always knew that no, […]
Ice in eyes, she craves the fire of your silence now listen, let her talk for once cause you never asked, before you took because you always knew that no, […]
Do you know the scent of ice? Ice can borrow any color — why insist on grey? Skinning the pond, can this ice carry more than a sparrow’s weight? Have […]
The still life of my mornings is one half banana peeled and sliced into my cereal, one sandwich tea and orange juice. I read half the morning paper before unstilled […]
The pages of a new book, still unread, is like a river, tentative at first. The aged librarian never reads the blurb but lingers on the foreword he’s basking with […]
He rode the bike of twilight when they met at dusk She was blinded, blissed groomed in grooves of him and rock’n’roll. She was a bombshell, feisty but made pill […]
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
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