Searching for beauty
See bare the branches, boldly starkagainst the ghostly garden rot;it’s lure of leaves have left, to knotsand fits, my fists are folded; darkmy heart is hunger, heckled fromthe clotted clouds […]
See bare the branches, boldly starkagainst the ghostly garden rot;it’s lure of leaves have left, to knotsand fits, my fists are folded; darkmy heart is hunger, heckled fromthe clotted clouds […]
Imagined imperfections the cellulite are shadows cauliflowers even on the best of skins. Heavy breasts are sagging, hanging or maybe way too small or not enough. Imagine it was perfect. […]
With scuff marks, scratches faded hues against the wall a cupboard leans once filled with secrets, hid the means in thumbprints, cracks, come look for clues of treasures hidden, tucked […]
Only by exclusion of the rotting garbage, broken toys and withered bloom of asphalt and concrete, forgotten frayed or gray, the beautiful can glow; as canvas edges fence inside, the […]
unstoppable breaking through concrete the dandelion suns it’s like a frog transformed by princess’ kiss to handsome prince or clouds that disappear after rainy day the sun will set in […]
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