The puppeteer
How can anything be said in other tongues than mine, still sticky from your stolen honey? How can anything be told in any other books than mine once inked in […]
How can anything be said in other tongues than mine, still sticky from your stolen honey? How can anything be told in any other books than mine once inked in […]
We’ve learnt is to fear the feathers of the sky. You might think the sky is perfect, a perfect blue, but if it’s marred by cirrus clouds, the wind will […]
We came to see the view, horizon, mountains, sea; but found around us veiled, this opened ribcage, peaks earth’s an island: we its heartbeat — left alone. We came to […]
Minutes trickle tick-tock-prickle heart beats searching passport, suitcase, toothpaste, tickets, haste, but stuck in thickets. syruped rushing seconds gushing searching gates way too late travel nowhere chewing pillow screaming dreaming […]
a morning firework your skin my private vellum finger painting stars together earthbound falling we grasp its infinity Today Toni inspires us to write tanka at dVerse. It’s been a […]
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