The city of loquacious walls
Where craziness of dreadful dreamy doors were sprouting brimstone braille for passing clowns, and tape recorders sold in flower stores, were filled with netherworldly unknowns sounds: amazing music with an […]
Where craziness of dreadful dreamy doors were sprouting brimstone braille for passing clowns, and tape recorders sold in flower stores, were filled with netherworldly unknowns sounds: amazing music with an […]
With bleeding fingers in the freezing soil I hide the treasures of the words I said with lies I poured on stormy waves like oil to cool the warming arrows […]
When branches try to capture truth in moon the year unwritten scribble silver words from moon It bleeds in melting snow — the sentences unknown, as silent phases of the […]
When music from the fireworks, embrace and grip you gently with its feathered glove; delivering in flowered coup de grace, to listless years for few in hope of love through […]
When they return from war, our winning side. You see deep into their eyes the flame that die They kiss their girls but still they cannot hide that also winners […]
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by sensuality, love, nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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