with you
The rites of you, my demimonde is like a shining candle for my gray asylum walls there are oranges in your voice and in your gait the lure of Africa […]
The rites of you, my demimonde is like a shining candle for my gray asylum walls there are oranges in your voice and in your gait the lure of Africa […]
“Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches; Yet it sends our living roots deeper into the living heart of the living earth” in solitude – […]
Jim’s haiku is: falling leaves the house comes out of the wood My answer is: hello horizon! – with first autumn storm foliage leaves I sometimes have a great sense […]
when bolts of lightning – like dying stars quench the order of our galaxies when our word-hammers miss the anvil and never syncopate the bleeding heartbeats in our overheated forge […]
Khalil Gibran wrote on wings “How heedless you are when you would have men fly with your wings and you cannot even give them a feather”. And for me: still […]
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