The marching of boots
There are things we kept secret after the war The things that could hurt, we hid and concealed. as culprits escaped, we’re closing the door for ever their crimes will […]
There are things we kept secret after the war The things that could hurt, we hid and concealed. as culprits escaped, we’re closing the door for ever their crimes will […]
I feel the warmth of sun in singing birds the wind’s a gentle kiss on broken lips I smell the sea in nature’s lulling words like pomegranates are rubies, your […]
I see those striving winter canopies they’re clawing upwards into waning lights and sway in that wintry misantropy but down beneath we wait for spring delights when sun kissed leaves […]
when inkwashed skies reflect in pooling tears come shut those doors and stay with me inside let burning birch-wood embers take those fears you will from bonds of sorrow be […]
a sleek machinery on overdrive the drones remote control a homicide anonymous a button can benight collateral the deaths are multiplied while body-hunters get a sordid wage believing we from […]
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