charcoal shadows of your math
you charcoal shadow cross my path as future’s lost in mirror shards when thirteen always makes the math you charcoal shadow cross my path my life belongs to feline wrath […]
you charcoal shadow cross my path as future’s lost in mirror shards when thirteen always makes the math you charcoal shadow cross my path my life belongs to feline wrath […]
those days we think that we are close our glowing tangerine of ends when evening comes it’s time to doze those days we think that we are close to the […]
oh lily-scented eidolon my temptress from a distant past beloved you were – my youth is gone oh lily-scented eidolon I still recall your grace – my swan but you’re […]
In psittacism of falling rain this frozen solstice petrichor of rainclouds waltzing quite deranged in psittacism of falling rain vacations that were well arranged now crumble into mundane chore In […]
see empty sky of canceled trains tomorrow’s work – an added stress we passengers in growing pains see empty sky of canceled trains there’s no one here to take complaints […]
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