River loved
Murmur me with rivers, shiver leaves with breeze, ease yourself in subtle trance dance me gently, sway — play me with your fingertips, lip me, lick me crazed daze my […]
Murmur me with rivers, shiver leaves with breeze, ease yourself in subtle trance dance me gently, sway — play me with your fingertips, lip me, lick me crazed daze my […]
In blackbird mornings, with a sweetness greets us in the slant of rays; in licks of sun. When spun at dawn, the bike-path seems as streamed on gold, a necklace […]
he blames his carnal sins on women’s vice while nice he is to dogs and waiting wife as knives his gold will cut their soul in halves those paths the […]
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