Those specks of dust
Chalked – the contoursof corpses, soldiers lefton the silent streetsnow settling slowly underdust a whiter shade of paledust that smothers mothersdust that covers daughters soileddust that covers sootdust that hides […]
Chalked – the contoursof corpses, soldiers lefton the silent streetsnow settling slowly underdust a whiter shade of paledust that smothers mothersdust that covers daughters soileddust that covers sootdust that hides […]
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –That perches in the soul – Emily Dickinson Feathered we flyfor the sun kissing the sunflower fieldsfor years of the future soothing the woundsfor […]
From duvet-warmth entangled,boisterous dawn entersto tickle our toes;pulling the bed-sheets, spillingheartless daylight,harsher than snowfall in Aprilon our middle-aged bodies;exposing pale flesh,wrinkled and sadexposing the smudges and stainsthe night had graciously […]
Fear the sirens calling you at 3 AMfear a crowded subway stationfear the darkness of the copse beyond your gardenfear both truth and liesfear the roar of diesel enginesfear the […]
We season springwith silence,cease to speak;and sit to sip our tea;we listen to the eagershift of wingsfrom a wren awakenedto the scent of last year’sleaves consumedby greedy earthworms;we sit and […]
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