Fists – triolet
He’s lacking words and has no tears and talks possession with his fists he finds the power of her fear he’s lacking words and has no tears On knees she […]
He’s lacking words and has no tears and talks possession with his fists he finds the power of her fear he’s lacking words and has no tears On knees she […]
I seek a place in time and space where flowers sing their fragrant song I seek a place with slower pace I seek a place in time and space I’m […]
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 : […]
Cerulean skies are lost to me vacation’s gone, I’m back to work now only sombre clouds I see cerulean skies are lost to me without my pay I can’t be […]
in furnace of the summer heat not even night will bring relief entangled in my sweaty sheet in furnace of the summer heat the air-con mine is obsolete my coldness […]
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