From Solitude bereft – a slanted sonnet
she laughs insanely at those urgent needs and smile at dying pigeons from the north her mate composed reports of serpent’s death with fingertips that fluttered from remorse she’s stuck […]
she laughs insanely at those urgent needs and smile at dying pigeons from the north her mate composed reports of serpent’s death with fingertips that fluttered from remorse she’s stuck […]
a summer’s day can be a tender kiss when smiling blackbirds sing from thicket’s caves but when the chainsaw screams and timber crash this sudden death in May erase my […]
‘We live as we dream. Alone’ (Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness) suddenly awake – I raise the draw-bridge and feed the alligators in my moat defend myself with razor-wire sentences […]
by forest tarn the little lonely girl in tears laments in bitter loneliness as silver moonshine kiss her golden curls the trees are bowing down in tenderness with bending limbs […]
she’s carried lightly on the wings of dreams and floating tenderly on sky like glass above the verdancy of sprouting grass she’s swaying softly in the land of beams he’s […]
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