Leaves in fall
It is what leaves in fall, the geese, the light, the warmth of the sun and leaves that fall. It is what comes with force, the wind, the rain and […]
It is what leaves in fall, the geese, the light, the warmth of the sun and leaves that fall. It is what comes with force, the wind, the rain and […]
An apparitionin the shadows of duskthe released doveis hiding in vain; helplessly whitein an ebony woodas prayers for peacein a warmonger’s house; therefore staring at wallswe wait, we forgetthat once […]
summer butterfliesa red balloon in a toddler’s handa warm puppy sleeping in your lappuddle-jumping &remembering the taste of freshstrawberries autumn harvestmaples ablaze when kissed by frostthe scent of new baked […]
late Septemberdust mothsdancingin afternoon sun on the rosewood tablestill lifebut barely a bowl of peachesfruitfliesand a vase of droopingroses its petalsghosts againstthe table’s varnish and the carriage clockcarefully measuringthe passing […]
The wet grey blanketof the morning mistleaves a dropof water clingingto a gray-green branch in its orbthe greynessof an overcast skyremains trappedfor a brief moment before it fallsonly to beabsorbed […]
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