Still life with fish
Remembering the taste of fishwhen all we get are pork and spudsbecause the seas have died, no dishof haddock, cod is gone. my blood has thinned to water, while I […]
Remembering the taste of fishwhen all we get are pork and spudsbecause the seas have died, no dishof haddock, cod is gone. my blood has thinned to water, while I […]
The hungry moon above — branches bendingfor the wind; a shadowplay of grasping clawsreaching for my heartbeat racing; an endingway too soon, behind me footfalls silent paws. From the belfry […]
A sun, still sleepyfails to warm my skin, whileblanketing the meadowsa morning mist wetmy shoes, the grass, still green,I raise my eyes and watchthe burning leaves of maple trees,birch trees […]
Behind taboos,the bookcaseof the books that’s bannedyou’ll findthe boomers bootlicking the boogiementhe bigot men in bootsand the hypocrite baboonsreading secretly the booksdenied to others, but one dayit will boomerang back […]
To carry boatsthe tent our housetraversing hillslakes and streamsthe sudden thrill,a grouse it seamsprotecting chickspretending sick, we meet the lakesset out in boatswith wind adriftwe let the paddles restin this, […]
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