Fleece his skinless heart
A tumbled clown, alone emitting choking bursts of tears; instilling our laughter. Behind his painted mask, a sealing scab — a scar to be it fills another open wound with […]
A tumbled clown, alone emitting choking bursts of tears; instilling our laughter. Behind his painted mask, a sealing scab — a scar to be it fills another open wound with […]
The night is moonless moaning with a thirst of shadows bruised by hunger of your warm thighs a promise of venom burning on my skin. I know the coordinates of […]
My dreams are tar remaining underneath my fingernails resisting efforts of the brush My dreams are itch right between the shoulderblades where my fingers cannot reach My dreams are news […]
Citizenship is brushed to castes with color-coded schemes dividing cleaving chasms in gentrified suburbia. Still crying crayons bleed in murals and concrete blooms as we paint offenses or doodle poems […]
I’m wading through the dirt of falling snow when days are buried under too much snow I’m stamping, waiting for a broken plough The icy days are dark inside this […]
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