Phantom pains
Clayed by lunacy, I’m blind — chagrined: a shadowed outcast, charcoal-veined. My arms are kites with phantom pains of puppy fat. The moon’s a drum and wind’s a suite for […]
Clayed by lunacy, I’m blind — chagrined: a shadowed outcast, charcoal-veined. My arms are kites with phantom pains of puppy fat. The moon’s a drum and wind’s a suite for […]
This angst — my legacy and wound of mouth. my moaning heart of night. Now skies have shrunk from closing branches overhead Now mossed the air constricts and with a […]
My heart beats less than darkly sung with hollowness of restless nights and whisper with a senseless tongue: My heart beats less than darkly sung as trapped in hail with […]
we huddle and we shut our windows escape the brushstrokes of what’s different as mauve is safer than what’s purple we find solace in what’s beige and grey and avoid […]
in darkest silence lies my angst where heavy heartbeats echo there loneliness can grip my throat – a muted dark falsetto in pitter-patter from my sweaty head I’m abandoned and […]
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