Muted
My kicks are muted — leaves falling into water and how the gravel whisper under wheels. I say hello, to those who walk their dogs; it’s a habit — bicycling […]
My kicks are muted — leaves falling into water and how the gravel whisper under wheels. I say hello, to those who walk their dogs; it’s a habit — bicycling […]
Have you seen the sidekicked — he, the silent man; she, who makes his stew? Have you listened to the voiceless? Have you seen how dust may cover gardens, how […]
My knight, I might let you scale my tower but, it’s easy just to let you slip and break your neck. You might be another hand- some man, but I […]
Desires kindle fire as ember fingers braille and brand our skin We dagger night with poems flesh on flesh and flesh in flesh — we make firework. Angie gave us […]
Wet and drizzled this November, stillborn-cold, a tightened noose of darkness, throb of migraine, damp depression, a scent of unwashed wool and soggy shoes. November is the weight of death, […]
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