Ancient honors slipping
With pigtails, rosy cheeks they praise an ancient freedom, silent beauty of our northern lands summer meadows, sun and skies. But when with rose-bud lips they praise our honored name […]
With pigtails, rosy cheeks they praise an ancient freedom, silent beauty of our northern lands summer meadows, sun and skies. But when with rose-bud lips they praise our honored name […]
On roads of life where thistles grow the iron-heels of soldier’s boots are planting crosses row by row. When passing us the men in suits enjoy themselves, undress our girls. […]
like blood is pumping through your veins a drop of precious wine lingers for the briefest moment in limbo between consumption and a kiss but burning in the candlelight it […]
With audience in awe, my authority is heard my influence can infiltrate, for infinity I’m sold I exercise extortion, and examples I will set as glamorously gladiators gladly die for […]
Felt a need to exercise my iambic skills and give you a ghastly sonnet in Trifecta. The word today is Rusty 3a : of the color rust b : dulled […]
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