Bumblebee aware
My lady, you, be boldbe bumblebee awarebe meadow-minded, mild; let go of pesticides,let weeds run wild,listen to the soil build hives build orchardsbe my wife so when later autumn blush […]
My lady, you, be boldbe bumblebee awarebe meadow-minded, mild; let go of pesticides,let weeds run wild,listen to the soil build hives build orchardsbe my wife so when later autumn blush […]
Today, we pausedbefore decay as sunbroke through the settling haze to glace the grass in gold. Today the sky was lemonade,apologetic,paled, an air diluted thin,hesitantwith cotton candy brushstrokesin its pledge […]
Broken shadows across the cracked groundfrail elm trees succumb to the fall,apples are lost from the boughs,rodents ravage the spoil;that’s why Septemberis death, rot andremembranceof summerwe wasted,love welost Had to […]
Those plows, the gallant geese who leave uspaled in last anemic summer’s claws; while withered flowers stand as sentinels to our anamnesis while wemight comprehend how fall means falling further untilstilled […]
She grew up to be wild, but ended up a street-urchin, teen-age mother. For the sake of her kids she grew up fast and found herself a moderate dwelling, she […]
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