Lost in lust
“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, […]
“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 […]
We bonded over walking, wide and faras the wild, wild wind tore me gentlyI, startled shuddered, worms, and worries;a hand raised skywards, the cairn adorned the summitand mirrored me from […]
Wrapped in the dusk, through depths of the snowMy poem is a wolverine searching for preyIt follows scents of blood feeding its growth.Swiftly fluid, poem and shadow mutually grey, My […]
Inhaled persuasive patternsof delightful dreamsto fill the fault lines in a failing worldwe believed the best. pretended and forgot,only to wake up (too late) to realise:this decline could not be […]
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