Time arrested by death
Touch me darkly my black beauty princess, my deep-purple queen across golden acres youth over mountains of joy and down into valleys, down into darkness of depths, on the pathways […]
Touch me darkly my black beauty princess, my deep-purple queen across golden acres youth over mountains of joy and down into valleys, down into darkness of depths, on the pathways […]
You never grew from blackbirds, still your voice is even nearer to the gentlest green of May, more ferocious than the honeysuckled noise of luscious anemones and lilies of the […]
I palmed a polished pebble sensed its surface — skin- like; stayed silent, strong between my breath and seashell-sounds of self. I talked to scents of spring spiderwebbed myself an […]
Drunk from spring we wake up early to a smiling dawn sky, periwinkle pearly we’re smiling laughing, giggling, shrieking shrilly drunk in spring when daisies, lilies turn us silly, we […]
In summer I’ll bring you westwards to shores where the wind face you frisky and sea-freed to untangle your hair from the ties of timber and moss In sea-summer here, […]
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