Crupleprat
When you’re searching for a cruplepratyou have to look beyond the zimblebeamand walk the willyways and follow turlytatsthrough wind and rain; see there it gleams in fur and diamonds, with […]
When you’re searching for a cruplepratyou have to look beyond the zimblebeamand walk the willyways and follow turlytatsthrough wind and rain; see there it gleams in fur and diamonds, with […]
I met an octopus the other dayas I was shopping for a crupleprathe asked me if I knew the shallow wayto where he’d find a candy Stetson hat I didn’t […]
Gull me.muse me darling,just feign for mea little whilekeep on tellingrosebud tales,fill my veinswith candy lies.paint me pink,and you may slandertalk behind my back,call me cuckold,but let me live like […]
Why so silent brother crow?The winter isn’t cold, it’s not too darkand from roadkill, you’ve grown fat.Why don’t you caw with joy, my friend? Your gaze is wiser, worn as […]
Covid shadows still prowl in the footsteps of last year’s passing, and even if we are on the other side of solstice, daylight never gets brighter than dusk. The holiday […]
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