Jolly Jane
Oh the sweethearts (my patients) I helped in their dying when so gently with morphine I pushed them while crying with joy and seduction, they praised how I nursed them […]
Oh the sweethearts (my patients) I helped in their dying when so gently with morphine I pushed them while crying with joy and seduction, they praised how I nursed them […]
How come that it’s always the worst lyrics that makes us sing-along? Whenever we are out travelling and start to sing along it turns out the song comes from somewhere […]
The sunshine of spring are like bullets bombarding my atropine eyes. Not like before the lullaby waves of the light brushing my shore, No longer it harbingers spring and the […]
It’s the vertigo right at the summit that teaches you it’s the rappelling that’s killing more than the actual climbing. Brendan prompts on the penultimate part of a journey at […]
My boogieman had breath of diseases, bubonic and crimson it’s creeping on food and in houses. I feared the tiptoeing sound were from lice or my coughing was TB. I […]
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