Wolf hour darkness
I would not call this spring, but according to meteorology we have now left the season of winter. The ground is still frozen, and ice covers most of the lakes […]
I would not call this spring, but according to meteorology we have now left the season of winter. The ground is still frozen, and ice covers most of the lakes […]
From the wildest of winds, wolf-howled this nightmoon-danced my dreams; when dawn broke my mirththe sternness of sunshine scattered my dark-songsand shattered by sheen; just shadows can save meuntil tweets […]
A gaze ablaze with teenagezeal cannot mask her angst;setting veins ablaze… she hasthat poise her dad has paid,she knows her dues, but offthis haze she’s far from well The club […]
Sinfully yawning, you smiled;while stretching; catlikeyou tenderly tickledand touching my hungerunabashed you bruisedmy backbone and cool. Now mangled I mournour mishaps, the lossof my confidence, courageto a cravenly fervourI’m a […]
Tie me, darling, bind me darkly,you may bite and you may pinch melet us pretend, unleash me partly,until in pain I whisper… plea for a bit of mercy, to never […]
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