Twist a tangerine
spill a journey bring us lull of shimmer- grins; come bubble-breeze us open shimmer silver- lines on clouds. come un-shadow us un-jar its scent in rose then let’s skip in […]
spill a journey bring us lull of shimmer- grins; come bubble-breeze us open shimmer silver- lines on clouds. come un-shadow us un-jar its scent in rose then let’s skip in […]
I do neither crave adventures, nor a struggle to brighten Monday mornings. When riding bicycle to work there are little changes every day. Every morning’s different. Today for instance air […]
I. Gathering of clouds: dusk being the dark denominator of autumn equinox and sheets of rain. II. Not even the raven can cease to shiver underneath the shadows from a […]
Bared, its branches dance October skeletal to chthonic music, crush of leaves beneath, an oak, its limbs a somber filigree and rooks above in plumage clerical. With wreath in hand […]
In anemic autumn, shadows chasing breath — a sickle sickness prints and clots with little death: a tear-trickled lacing rot in sentenced gloom, choking on the fags: doomed to tint […]
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