his siren’s singing
with arms like rattlesnakes she captivates and snares in ambrosia-enchanting melodies of icicles and grave-lights lit as his syringe siren’s singing just for him the stars above are sunlit dust […]
with arms like rattlesnakes she captivates and snares in ambrosia-enchanting melodies of icicles and grave-lights lit as his syringe siren’s singing just for him the stars above are sunlit dust […]
This night of sanguine hips when blinded by the bleach of sun we shed our last maracas tears Mascara rolling down her cheek forgets impending doom of dawn Dancing in […]
oh lily-scented eidolon my temptress from a distant past beloved you were – my youth is gone oh lily-scented eidolon I still recall your grace – my swan but you’re […]
Like a praying mantis the creature plague my nights, that creature of the dark, that creature licks my clotting blood, the creature that I love. Each night her dreadful dancing […]
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