Hemlock destiny – Trifextra
Bitter hemlock, was my fate for “corrupting minds of young” and “denying gods of state” through history my words are sung my students gave me fame so you my judges […]
Bitter hemlock, was my fate for “corrupting minds of young” and “denying gods of state” through history my words are sung my students gave me fame so you my judges […]
Behind the mask he hid his fears with painted mouth in constant smile as laughter moved him into tears At played stupidity we cheered which gave a bitter taste of […]
Alone, in tether bound forgotten upon loft a crown among the hounds his fur is sleek and soft now eyes speak sorrows moans, laments the loss of gone tomorrows and […]
What better can be to than writing triolets for Trifecta. Word this week is grace in this meaning 3: a : a charming or attractive trait or characteristic b : […]
His day started like any other day, in fact a little worse because it was a Monday. Observant as ever he noted the new graffiti that someone had sprayed on […]
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