The aged librarian’s advice
Treat every book with care, between its pages rests: a universe a sacred crypt a piece of you and everyone a place to meet or be alone. Enter every book […]
Treat every book with care, between its pages rests: a universe a sacred crypt a piece of you and everyone a place to meet or be alone. Enter every book […]
Don’t talk unless you can improve the silence Jorge Luis Borges The aged librarian sees scent in calm, palms it in his notebook; is the mouse — housekeeper of dust […]
He dreams in sepia — Like every book is one in many, stories merging; flow of water under bridges, glow of past: she is woman, mother, girl — His past […]
Recessed inside his library a set of notebooks rests. They are neither quite forgotten nor properly read. The author is Godefridus Messala, once librarian before the fires of the second […]
Words, words, words taken out of place and mutilated, words from other men — those were the alms left him by the hours and the centuries. — From The Immortal […]
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