She played me — for the Mag
She played me sweet and smilingly then left I was her partner in the arabesque but afterwards I’m the victim of her theft she was the beauty – I was […]
She played me sweet and smilingly then left I was her partner in the arabesque but afterwards I’m the victim of her theft she was the beauty – I was […]
as conversations turns to poison snakes and dagger whispers cutting piece by piece when claws of slander ripping hearts in ache are hateful words ‘n acceptable caprice? as reputations die […]
With hurried clicks from her stiletto heels she rushes home to celebrate success and filling up the emptiness she feels when drunk on crimson wine she finds her bliss She […]
She seeks the roses of a faded youth and saves them deep inside her treasure chest its wheels could play a madrigal of truth but all she hears is sunshine […]
you talk with sprockets smooth from oil and grease like bullets from an AK-47 but coming home I find you lost your ease and walk in muddy boots invading heaven […]
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