Unwashed jokes
Some nights the aged librarianwill leave his library aloneto meet his mistress inthe cheap motel across the road,those nights he letsthe moon sojournalone and by herself ; and as she […]
Some nights the aged librarianwill leave his library aloneto meet his mistress inthe cheap motel across the road,those nights he letsthe moon sojournalone and by herself ; and as she […]
An icecap swallowedby the warming waves;rain keeps falling in winteras humans harm the hawksand tumble the timberthe corals are bleaching, them brittle,crumbling crustaceans to sandwhile rodents are feastingon the whalesthat […]
When the flower moon turns its pale face to the evening dusk, the sun has barely set. Black-birds still holler and the scent of bird cherries fills the May twilight. […]
It doesn’t matter, mate, just countand swirl your gal around the hallIt doesn’t matter if you’re dizzyjust count to three without a fall, Be gentle. careful with the boozein waltz […]
You lie in ceaseless rosemary —Sleeps where the woods are pinkYou — as lady brought us feathersI hear the Fly buzz as I think. You alone — now inked to […]
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