Blinded by shadows
Backdropped against the blinds shadows played, voices raised and fell, suddenly awake on Aaron rents settee I lay exposed, the walls too thin, when suddenly a gun goes off, and […]
Backdropped against the blinds shadows played, voices raised and fell, suddenly awake on Aaron rents settee I lay exposed, the walls too thin, when suddenly a gun goes off, and […]
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” ― Mary Oliver There are partings and […]
Underneath the smooth- ness of his new Armani suit lurks decay Underneath his promises corruption rots. His voice is luminous, lustred, laced with lies. “I respect your choice”, But underneath, […]
too much deep-ends upon a dead eel burrowed blazed with pain (slaughter) beside the vile sick one I had to do another one inspired by The read wheelbarrow at toads. […]
So much depends upon a kettle close to boiling whistling warning just before the flame is quenched. So much depends upon the word that’s drenched in swallowed silence: quenched. Shay […]
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