Flowers
Within usthis flower, a willmaking better, a wantto supportto help with what’sgood. With not withoutthe casual wontto destroyand consumeto feel betterbut steal from the poor Why is it strangethat our […]
Within usthis flower, a willmaking better, a wantto supportto help with what’sgood. With not withoutthe casual wontto destroyand consumeto feel betterbut steal from the poor Why is it strangethat our […]
Laired heavy on scalesatop diamonds and goldwrapped in her tail;she’s older than old. her breathing is fireher veins are from venom;all the humans are liarsbut lettered on vellum is the […]
—when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,the single secret will still be mane e cummings Below the somber flagstonesburied bones forgotten ash While reckless shadows playin absentminded hide and seek […]
What’s thatthat irk/some itch,the glitchthat makes you watchthose loath/some actsthe facts, the catch,the this and thatthat spins your mindthat drives you nutsmakes you blindunease your gutsthe poisoned treatsthose nightmares leftat […]
Are you chosen by joyin the way a dust-moth danceswithout effort in afternoon sunor as a sea-song goesto rest on the beach at sunsetas the moon-street guides youinto heavenly sleep? […]
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