We Titanic
Wild that word,cast carelessly in outrageis the iceberg to Titanic’s furniturerecklessly careeningacross the first-class ballroom, that word you saidbreeds to ice-cold waterslowly swelling inthe iron-belly of our life; that word […]
Wild that word,cast carelessly in outrageis the iceberg to Titanic’s furniturerecklessly careeningacross the first-class ballroom, that word you saidbreeds to ice-cold waterslowly swelling inthe iron-belly of our life; that word […]
At night I fear to face my dreams, the tingle of what I left undone, the haunting sense of things I lost. At an airport, being late realizing that I […]
But from the forest later…later springsthe spring anew; in it subtle song, a timid lightthe soil is wild alive; when rain had ceased to fall,and you’ve forgot to mourn, forgot […]
Bloodless blisters,broken bones and bruises,leave me listless, numbedin restless agony. It’s 2AM and from the wardI hear a radio blaring lies,of how our losses lessensby each day, howretreat is treason,and […]
We carried the onus of gloom, of a dying October, of silence draped over rot and decay. We were cold and had tried, we had lied. but there was nothing […]
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