Our pyre of ignorance
Somewhere through the neon night they came for us, they came prepared, they came through parsecs of vacant emptiness. Targeting the spectral lines of life, they came in peace. Generations […]
Somewhere through the neon night they came for us, they came prepared, they came through parsecs of vacant emptiness. Targeting the spectral lines of life, they came in peace. Generations […]
Jen gave us a challenge to write a haiku inspired by this poem by Sara Teasdale: Leaves ONE by one, like leaves from a tree, All my faiths have forsaken […]
sustained in her watery womb of indigo sustained in waterlogged wakedness for his existence sustained by the wickedness of waiting, waiting, wanting sustained with barely heartbeats from his bursts of […]
on northern gale war-torn prayer flags flew – carrion birds above Linked to Carpe Diem — September 22, 2014
the dread of autumn’s tungsten dearth its rotting shrouds that fructify nefarious booze, to drunken mirth with lies of blissful apple-pies we sashay to its threnodies and warm our hands […]
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