Squirrel in search
Without directionor purposestill seeking in zig-zagup and downbehind and belowthe treasures its kinmight have hiddenin autumn,the young squirrelwith its tail a primary prideall of the suddenmake up its mindto jump […]
Without directionor purposestill seeking in zig-zagup and downbehind and belowthe treasures its kinmight have hiddenin autumn,the young squirrelwith its tail a primary prideall of the suddenmake up its mindto jump […]
From a bothersome pebblecaught in your shoe,unzoomfrom the soil to the bouldersand further awayto the mountains and sea,see the planet, our home. Then gaze skywardto the infinite void,where earth is […]
Dragonlike, that night,we spilled our spells,amalgamated,intimimated, closer, deeperfurther, higher everhigher until we fireflewabove our beingsand died in tiny fragments,burned, combusteduntil we fell exhaustedinto brine, our sea of self. That night […]
I don’t mind the normal weeds;I find baby Nettles perfect for soupand the Ground Elder tastes betterthan spinach in stew,and someday I may even turnmy dandelion blooms into wine. but […]
Monday, lead-laden with tasks and liabilities. A whole week of hours and hours, of powerpointing, of random arbitrations, negations, and negotiations. This morning winter was back and they promised snowfall […]
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