Unwalked
Later,later behind his deskthe aged librarian absorbssome ancient words,traces howhis fate is set in ink. He sees howspace-time pathsmeandersfrom the past to presentthrough birth to deathin peace and warcrossing rivers,mountains, […]
Later,later behind his deskthe aged librarian absorbssome ancient words,traces howhis fate is set in ink. He sees howspace-time pathsmeandersfrom the past to presentthrough birth to deathin peace and warcrossing rivers,mountains, […]
Within the librarythe present and the pastpredicts the future,prose and poetry alikeis what takes us to the moon,destroys, bring warsand ecocide. Days to come will mirror,not repeatbecause the human mindwith […]
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothRobert Frost, The road not taken Sitting by the window of my hut looking at the snow I […]
The windows of the librarycan only be reachedby climbing a ladderhidden under lock and key;so as the books unopenedthe worlds (words)within will only knowabout each otherthrough a visitor bringingthe evening […]
The Librarianrises with visiting sunremembers summerwhen gold beams vacation herewhen skin warms in open fields wearing the years as a cloakyet evergreen to worldly chattelremembers times simpler;joy simmers beneathnever lackluster […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly