wolfsbane – for dVerse
Waiting for her wolf while hooded monkshood nod confirming lure of virgin blood she’s caped with wolfsbane folded deep inside her heart hold hemlocked secrets and her foxgloved hands are […]
Waiting for her wolf while hooded monkshood nod confirming lure of virgin blood she’s caped with wolfsbane folded deep inside her heart hold hemlocked secrets and her foxgloved hands are […]
even threadbare tapestry talk with war-drums 1066 Linked to Carpe Diem —
The first sign of approaching fall is a clearness in the water. Algae that normally makes water opaque have gone to rest deep in the sediments below. I sit and […]
with pewter clouds entangled in my brow in ash and molten lead – I have no clue tell me how? tell me how? the sunbeams melting just for you as […]
The rites of you, my demimonde is like a shining candle for my gray asylum walls there are oranges in your voice and in your gait the lure of Africa […]
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