Apate
Apate, veiled in night, twists her tongue. Her lair is laid with bones of suitors from before, yet my hands caress and seek her siliconed embrace. Linked to Saana’s mythology […]
Apate, veiled in night, twists her tongue. Her lair is laid with bones of suitors from before, yet my hands caress and seek her siliconed embrace. Linked to Saana’s mythology […]
The darkness eats reflections of the warmth from candlelights and dinner served inside the house he used to call his home; he tried in vain to mend the holes; with […]
When the windows to my soul are smashed, by blowing shattering glances, gusts of words — as hail pebbles rolling on the hardwood floor. Doors are closed and locked, chains […]
summer sweetness lingers sinfully like honeyed strawberries – in crimson stains from lipsticked kisses stranded on my collar such giggled carelessness singing her deceiving lies — October 16, 2014
hear wisdom whispered from the withered walls the listless lies to lustfulness that’s lost your hellish hallows from those hateful doves infected – nesting similar to ghosts one day I […]
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