Reeds
Days have followed days during the pandemic but during the holidays we at least never signed into work. Instead we cleared some space in our cluttered home. Space that we […]
Days have followed days during the pandemic but during the holidays we at least never signed into work. Instead we cleared some space in our cluttered home. Space that we […]
United, united, frizzled. un-tied we are seekingfor accurate facts in the men-ding of fragments, tid-bits and morsels affirmingbeliefs,beliefs we always have carried deep in the core of our guts; convictionscoming from […]
The only tune that’s played tonightwhere darkness deeply neststhis bloodlust rushing in my veins,this thirst! I cannot rest.I walk the passage to your roommy footfalls hungry, hushedas perished roses left […]
I’m snug, I’m safe inside from wind and rainno wanton wind, no moors, no raucous rookscan find my hidingplace, my inglenook,It’s warm and lonesome; I am dulled; the painyou left […]
The aged librarian finds in pre-dawn a comfort of calm,still unblemished by the quarrel from books;not tainted by syllables bleeding from paper-cut scars.he might love them like children, but also a father […]
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