Scimitars
Late in Aprilwhen the sun sets latesome sunrays piercethe silence of his library,with the savageryof spiteful scimitars. The aged librarianperceive the slightest tinglestarting in his stomachas from indigestion,it stretches through […]
Late in Aprilwhen the sun sets latesome sunrays piercethe silence of his library,with the savageryof spiteful scimitars. The aged librarianperceive the slightest tinglestarting in his stomachas from indigestion,it stretches through […]
January in the library offers timeto examine lacking heartbeats,a shallow breath, with daylightcloaked behind the pregnant cloudsburdened with persistent drizzle. January in the library offers timefor lucid purge and ostracism,for […]
In the afternoon glowthe shadows enter the library,they crawlthey slitherfrom the innermost sanctumamong shelves and displaysover dog-eared pageskisses the fingers of the visiting fewtouches the mindsof the young readers still […]
In an effort explaining, making sensetelling us what’s deduced from factsa sudden sight perplexed him, tensedhim speechless, silenced, sidetrackedby apparitions of heavenly beautynever seen within the library’s wallssuch softness, a […]
Embraced by boughsa clearing is his cave,a cavity of viewpoints,windows both to creedsand devastating dogma,in the forest, thoughtsfind refuge in his home; embraced by booksthe aged librarian sendsroots into the […]
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