March Madness
To the sound of tom-cats the moon unveils her pockmarked face. I walk across the frozen grass knowing that the snow drops droop to the weight of frost. The forecast […]
To the sound of tom-cats the moon unveils her pockmarked face. I walk across the frozen grass knowing that the snow drops droop to the weight of frost. The forecast […]
Moving myselfwaltzing to melodiesmoonmindedmindlessly mesmerisedlunaticked wolflikehowling the huesof silver on cobalttransfixedin her gazeI am tethered to sequinsher luster, her sheenmy madam forevermy midnight, my moon. Today Mish hosts dVerse Open […]
what we arefrom where we cameand where we soon may drown life and deathpast, present and futurewater iswater was water, an essence of usfrom birthto rot and decaywhere we make […]
Later when,by the shore the indigo skyblotches the stagnant seawith lapis lazuli,recklessly I diveinto your obsidian gazeforgetting the silenceleft in the wakeof seagulls leavingfor nests on islandsbeing devoured by twilightwhere […]
Dearest, I write these words from the crossroad we made. The sun has set, There are no stars, no moon. In the listless breeze I’m getting ready to leave. With this […]
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