A man of stone
Between its ticking motion and the stay your wailing lingers were resentment sits in pretentious sports arenas; this display. of pompous yelp with fabricated wits a politician gag in schadenfreude […]
Between its ticking motion and the stay your wailing lingers were resentment sits in pretentious sports arenas; this display. of pompous yelp with fabricated wits a politician gag in schadenfreude […]
You wait for signs when days are not as trenches of your battlegrounds. You wait for days when wildflowers are touched caressed by hands and not as weed with unsheathed […]
Why do you grin in pain with crack- led lips when friends are near? Why do you smile at sun when miles remain before you reach a goal? Why don’t […]
The waste of sunshine shadowed and watered grins in emptiness of words: “How do you feel today?” As watercolors blended into brown are pigmentation wasted. “Have a nice day” As […]
Before dear-johned, you imagined sips of home. You imagined roses, different than crimson flowers blooming on your comrade’s chest. You imagined her atonement meant, before your flowers bloomed. Linked to […]
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
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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