Padlocked doors – Triolet for dVerse
my hope’s like rust on padlocked doors as poems wear resistance down but then we’re trading peace for wars my hope were rust on padlocked doors when whitewashed lying settles […]
my hope’s like rust on padlocked doors as poems wear resistance down but then we’re trading peace for wars my hope were rust on padlocked doors when whitewashed lying settles […]
I sense the silence here today between us fly the fantasies I close my eyes, smell your bouquet I sense the silence here today your unwashed pheromones betray as mutual […]
the summer blooms within your speech like wings of butterflies caress your laughter calls and love beseech the summer blooms within your speech we are like waves upon the beach […]
she’s like a rainbow in the night like starlight slipping through my hands her laughter’s always burning bright she’s like a rainbow in the night how can I ever be […]
Contemptuous words that prick my skin that pluck my chest-hairs one by one declaring that our life is sin contemptuous words that prick my skin when to his sermons you […]
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