Remembering Emily Dickinson
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 […]
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 […]
The sky and the sea are Lapis Lazulicloudless but hazed, with absent horizon,we are mirrored adrift on the edgebetween now and forever. I rememberhow you had a dream of being […]
I. Skin on warm timber / and toes / lapping water softly,under willow / while far far away / a summer showerhastens over meadows — a loaf of bread / […]
The dusk arrives as a hesitant guest,as an April sigh in May, stirring updust between Kant and Shopenhauer.The aged librarian sneaks slowlythrough the corridors telling gueststo leave before they turn […]
Sordidly sowinghis seedsof putilent pestilence,we can never unhearhis words —puerile with virulent venomand loathsome resentment. We think we are betteruntil, in our neighborwe seehis seedy reflection,failing to see thatwhat’s boiling […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly