born in ice and fire – for dVerse
Atlantic island born in ice and fire where clouds are kissing shores with rain awake again adventurous desires I easily from sunny shores abstain No, give me brimstone smell and […]
Atlantic island born in ice and fire where clouds are kissing shores with rain awake again adventurous desires I easily from sunny shores abstain No, give me brimstone smell and […]
Your porcelain habit left with visions split between the wishful thoughts of Gordon Pym and pimple scars that leave precision pits Now drink to fortunes of the gorgons grim Then […]
Our dashboard Jesus cackle vividly unscrewing bottled geyser-tears champagne as B2 bombers cry shamefacedly we burn the angel’s wings in peace campaigns bereft of dignity the horse-faced man release ignition […]
when whispers of the moon is quenched by hooting owls and winds fall limp into my tepid heart I feel it slowly builds like muted howls of non-articulated shredded harps […]
you conquer woods – entrap the cloudy skies with fingers stretched you carve my burning skin I open up like autumn-ripened cowpeas skive our breathing’s heavy as we yearn for […]
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