Books are bulwark
Let books be bulwark, words preservedas ink on paper never changewhat’s written once we still observe The archived truths is oft immersedwith ancient sense, too often strangebut books are bulwark, […]
Let books be bulwark, words preservedas ink on paper never changewhat’s written once we still observe The archived truths is oft immersedwith ancient sense, too often strangebut books are bulwark, […]
In its twilight vastnessthe librarian is often lostamong obscure editionsfrom unknown publishers;among its shelvesthe dust has settledinto layers and beforehe finds familiarbooks, he pines forthe amazement offinally findingthose mythical mapshis […]
The aged librarian finds pridein being prudent even in the faceof vagrant long-legged visitors,with hips wider than a singlegaze could capture, even if theirpassing presence, tinkly titter,and blossomy essence stiran […]
The library hasno other mirrorsthan the one he foundat twelve noonbetween the stanzasof arcane Tudor poetry.. In this indivisible spacehe saw an unmarked voidthat perfectly fithis vacant soulstill waiting to […]
His books are mirrorsand therefore in the voidbetweeneach volume juxtaposedthe space is infinite; he calls his librarythe universewhere everything (and everyone)but time prevailunchanged,while in the world outsideseason follows seasonand nothing […]
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