Pilgrimage of pain
As my colours drain into shades of greymy brimstone heart becomes the devil’s pawnI should not have strayed from the narrow way When noose tightens, my weight pulling me downa […]
As my colours drain into shades of greymy brimstone heart becomes the devil’s pawnI should not have strayed from the narrow way When noose tightens, my weight pulling me downa […]
Every new beginning clingsto the edge, of a pivotalmoment of potential regret;for a sorrow that cannot be measured,but carries in itself a weight,like the sickly smell of lilies leftto decay […]
A letter found on the aged librarian’s desk after he disappeared into the deeper levels of the library Dear young visitorwhoever you will be, bright-eyed, blue or notwhen you read […]
Baker, brewer, poetcrafting more from less;it starts from flour, malt or inkbut with hand and mindand spiced with timethe craftsman, meamalgamates what’s simpleinto complexity for all your senses;so please sit […]
Around the belfry circle thirteen rooksanticipating murder — blood belowas spilled on graves, in grass, and as it looksdelivered with precision blow by blowon the sparrows by their kindred crow.November […]
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