Tangerine dream
The days we think that we are closein glowing tangerine of endswhen evening comes it’s time to dozethose days we think that we are closeto the point when our travel […]
The days we think that we are closein glowing tangerine of endswhen evening comes it’s time to dozethose days we think that we are closeto the point when our travel […]
This darkness grew from greed to grab the landfrom branding brothers lesser than the mudthat clings to boots; when falling bombs seem plannedto murder toddlers, women and let bloodbe spilled […]
Ravenous, I eye you,scrutinizing slips of skingawking, oglingfantasizinghow smoothly hairwill wind around my handbefore I yank and drag youto submission. But I meet your gazeand your flick-knife-smileobliteratethat innocence,turning me from […]
In iron rain from rockets, limbs are tornapart, consumed in thermobaric flares;we hear a toddler calls for help; we mournas lookers-ons; we watch but do not dareto intervene, to simply […]
Only a wild breeze may kiss memories of sunshine into linen. Small bare feet struggle in mud in the last effort to cross the border Even after the bombings, his […]
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