War and Buffet
Grabbing greed when pushing prows I will claim the buffet’s prize. Any means for calories to becoming super-sized. Meatballs, gravy, mayonnaise bread and butter, skip the greens chicken wings and […]
Grabbing greed when pushing prows I will claim the buffet’s prize. Any means for calories to becoming super-sized. Meatballs, gravy, mayonnaise bread and butter, skip the greens chicken wings and […]
The red cloth around her bundle, a burden tied carefully around what’s left of life, she’s turned collateral, fleeing mortar serpents, a sacrifice to threat of unsheathed knifes, She could […]
The rust in your eyes is shallowly panting; in flaking decay like the timely striations of granite – the dreams from the glaciers carved the notes once sung divinely that […]
I hate disgusting lobster soup fermented stew of broccoli my mouth is filled with glue and poop I hate disgusting lobster soup and theme-parks in monopoly the tainted tinge of […]
Our mind’s on chrome and motor oil on gasoline and blazing sun. The tarmac serpent licks the soil, and counting miles our engines run, towards a target far out west […]
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