The library isa manifold amazingmaze, unmappablewith bothhalls — vaster than the seaand rooms like coffins,with nooks and crannies,trapdoors,and ouroboros corridorscircling back again. The library can onlyprovide the answer to thevisitors […]
Come closer,closer than cuddledundo our clothes,touch me, ticklebrush me lightlywith fingertips fiery let lips be fusedturn me slicker, sillyknead me, rub me,burn me fervent,faster, faster… tie me tighter.smothered in silkforever […]
Dashing donna, luscious ladyyou, you, youdevourer of hearts.I cannot forget only forgive, causegorgeous girlin yourinnocent ignorance, you,you leave in your wakehomes,smashed up and brokenwhile you,you like the westerly wind,moves over […]
We stood by the riverof moon-spilledslivers of silver,but that nightthe love in your eyessparkled, outshinedthe celestial shimmersky had to offer. Now shore-boundI’m waiting, alonewith the moon-rivercalling me backto rememberyears that […]
In its twilight vastnessthe librarian is often lostamong obscure editionsfrom unknown publishers;among its shelvesthe dust has settledinto layers and beforehe finds familiarbooks, he pines forthe amazement offinally findingthose mythical mapshis […]
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
