Not his Valentine
He limps along the streets a heartless man. a being less than hope. a liar to himself, the mineral of man. His liver spotted hands are wrapped around a mug […]
He limps along the streets a heartless man. a being less than hope. a liar to himself, the mineral of man. His liver spotted hands are wrapped around a mug […]
His books are ghosts of poets lost the aged librarian is not alone at night when moonlight kisses frost on papers, words grow blood and bone of authors that he […]
You can always get what you want if you’re prepared to break the eggs for omelet or silence pens with lies. Cause sword is might, and wrongs makes right, on […]
It’s not from gneiss, those rocks but diamonds, gold and emeralds, pretending to be cinder-blocks razor-wired brimstone netherworld. It lends its sheen from bank-notes green, it’s the clogged-up arteries, your […]
When days grow longer moon turns pale And winter fades as sun turns brighter. At dawn the bay is pink with sails. When days grow longer moon turns pale The […]
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