Crossing the desert
Looking backto this year when democraciescrumbledwhen compassion’s been paintedas weaknessand when purpose to govern is fearfor savage enforcementwhen war on civilians is wagedfor expansion for fewwhen lying’s been branded as […]
Looking backto this year when democraciescrumbledwhen compassion’s been paintedas weaknessand when purpose to govern is fearfor savage enforcementwhen war on civilians is wagedfor expansion for fewwhen lying’s been branded as […]
Opens in Adventmanger still emptya mother to beno gold paper starwith stable floor strawedstanding here waiting with progressing weekscome oxen and sheepuntil at Christmaschild in the mangershepherds and magisnativity scene. […]
The threadbare fabric of my beingis in dire need of darning, mendingwith its seams unwindingexposing secrets of my lacerated mind;a being bruised with edges frayedin need of hemmingwith bindings strong […]
When abundance is givenin returnfor sycophant praiseor pardon is givento white collar thievesin returnfor a share of the loot,or when handouts are givenonly to those livingin cookie cut mansionstaken from […]
Unburdened it carriesannoyance in words,no purpose andrepercussion is nonefor this slanderer rodent. when the weight of a lieis equal to that of a truthbut the weight of its wordis measured […]
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