The scar of pearls
Darkly overhead on wings of dead-and-gone to woods where feeble ferns are teeth, and tongues where from the drying throats: a suitors’ voice a praise of clay and stone, demanding […]
Darkly overhead on wings of dead-and-gone to woods where feeble ferns are teeth, and tongues where from the drying throats: a suitors’ voice a praise of clay and stone, demanding […]
You whisper to the darkness; wishful truths believing that the moon is there for you believing night can bring eternal youth believing that the clotted blood is dew In fall […]
My dreams are tar remaining underneath my fingernails resisting efforts of the brush My dreams are itch right between the shoulderblades where my fingers cannot reach My dreams are news […]
Lying on my bed, in constant apparition of the hungry hinges of a crying door. Foggy lantern paints cadaverous sheen on puckered skin and sunken skulls. My nose and fingers […]
hissing the darkness deepens after fireworks Linked to Carpe Diem December 28, 2014
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by sensuality, love, nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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