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They claimed that books were obsolete, a strainto keep, a home for spiders, dust and moldwe trusted traces, texts in clouds, not drain of ink on paper from the days […]
They claimed that books were obsolete, a strainto keep, a home for spiders, dust and moldwe trusted traces, texts in clouds, not drain of ink on paper from the days […]
You cannot see the groomreflected in her eyes,a cousin twice removedneither young nor handsomenot a peasant or accountant,never had ambitionsand doesn’t know her tongue,not her choicejust selectedby her uncles. She […]
Compassionis the warmthof torn book pagesslowly fed to hungry flames,by a beggar’s hands,it is the soundof the lonely coinat the bottom of his tin cup.it grows from the reekof unwashed […]
When waste is piled ashills and mountainswe call it land-fillas if land itself is lacking,as if valleys, lakesare voids expecting,for something betterfor a new foundationto be part of something newa […]
Before the frost returned, spring had been kinder than normal. Though the ground was still frozen Aaron knew that the scent of decomposition from the thawing flowerbeds would fill his […]
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by sensuality, love, nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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