Communion
Let not yourself be firstor curseyour neighbor’s thirstbut dare to share consent, confirm, confessand split communion in vatic trust. Let me be we and yoube usembrace them please,invite themhim and […]
Let not yourself be firstor curseyour neighbor’s thirstbut dare to share consent, confirm, confessand split communion in vatic trust. Let me be we and yoube usembrace them please,invite themhim and […]
Did you ever see a mantis praying for its prey, a lion letting go, a snake with antivenom tears or a broker breaking down if he have won? Did you […]
Outside the supermarket the same beggar sits in the same place every day, He peddles wooden spoons and brooms, but I never buy anything. I wonder how this life can […]
Compassion is warmth of torn book pages slowly fed to hungry flames, by a beggar’s hands. Compassion is sound of a lonely coin at the bottom of a tin cup. […]
when cries of sorrow from the distant war’s diluted drumbeats quenched by falling rain I meet his eyes across the aisle – a corpse escaped to safety of sorts – […]
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