Time is finite
Time is neither the passing of persons, nor is it ash. It isn’t soil or decay. Time is neither the tick-tock-clocking carefully measured in sand. nor the carcass of hogs […]
Time is neither the passing of persons, nor is it ash. It isn’t soil or decay. Time is neither the tick-tock-clocking carefully measured in sand. nor the carcass of hogs […]
If ever caught in whirls of winds; twisting, turning dancing you insane, be sure, be warned beware: that when you land to check for ruby-slippered feet of witches squashed. Cause, […]
There was a birthday when I realized I probably had less remaining roads to go than the paths I already had walked. I should have done, delivered gold and maybe […]
Thomas Tranströmer’s haiku to be inspired from: then the leaves whispered: a wild boar plays the organ. and the bells all rang Original in Swedish is written. Löven viskade: ett […]
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming That can sing both high and low; Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journeys end in lovers’ […]
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