Transformation
Friday is here and dressed to the teein bandana and bangles, we’re freeas tigers huntin’ the jungle for preywe’re looking for ladies ready for(e) play Friday, the city is pumpin’ […]
Friday is here and dressed to the teein bandana and bangles, we’re freeas tigers huntin’ the jungle for preywe’re looking for ladies ready for(e) play Friday, the city is pumpin’ […]
Home-made pea soup has to be planned. We do it from yellow peas, and they have to soak overnight before they are cooked. We usually take a whole packet at […]
The sky with stars our chandelierwith feet in moss, we dancemy love, my feyI’m yours, your preywith feet in moss, we dance You tease me softly, to a trancein your […]
Buried six feet under,shadowedfrom the blood moon’sprying gazemy secret rests;safe from slanderblood and bones;my sweet revenge. But moon may pick the locksto dreams,she follows blood-trailssees and listens,meddleswith my mindshe hunts […]
Call out rude bells! for midnight skies;to autumn rain, to falling leaves;to what’s been lost to what we grieveCall out! let truths succeed their lies. Ring out the war, ring […]
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