Moonvoice
In moonsilver spilled painting pathsbetween the stately headstones lostIn my mind repeating voices, wrath,mistakes made, the ”why” that’s tossed the dagger-words embeds themselvesmy mumbling shield: “I do not know”“I didn’t […]
In moonsilver spilled painting pathsbetween the stately headstones lostIn my mind repeating voices, wrath,mistakes made, the ”why” that’s tossed the dagger-words embeds themselvesmy mumbling shield: “I do not know”“I didn’t […]
undulating curvesenchantress youunnerve me perfumedI’m sacrificedleftin electric attarwrung from cinnamonand midnight rose in your gazethe mysteryof a sickle moonat three am your voicestringent, strongunravels sleepand bind merestlesstetheredand enslaved. De hosts […]
Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking.Why else would the springtime falter?Karin Boye The open sky as blueas eyes of youthe tousling wind, its sunlit kissis bliss for […]
“It’s not a lie”“it’s not a lie”“it’s not a lie” it’s many lies,based on lies,based on more liesbased on a pebble of trutha grain of sandbeached in the wavesof hyperbolic […]
This last day of March I reflect on how far spring has progressed this year. Yesterday we went for a walk in the local forest. Though the ground is mostly […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly