Still resolved
Almost a month into my resolution the music starts gently and while we watch our instructor shows us how to hold the barbell. Feet hipwide, hands on iron, shoulders back. […]
Almost a month into my resolution the music starts gently and while we watch our instructor shows us how to hold the barbell. Feet hipwide, hands on iron, shoulders back. […]
Broken shells, milled by sea; new land grantedgrain from hand are planted, wheat and peas From ocean storms arise, drizzle soil and seedbless the needy, gifts from sea and skies Broken […]
Tie me darkly,bite and pinch meunleash me partly,I whisper… plea to never leaveforever yours,O, please believethere is no cure, obsessed, am Iwith skin on skinyou can untiewe’re bound in sin […]
“Frequently the wood are pink —”Emily Dickinson once before, at night, when frequentlywe kissed and serpently embraced thesea, the sullen waves, the wild wild woodwe knew the taste of soil, […]
Once,before we left for a housewe livedand we thrivedin an attic-apartmentwith a viewof roofs and rooms down belowwe could see skymore than the streets,we were used to the voiceof the […]
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