More silence than before
She is more silence with the words more random than before, repeated though. I imagine it’s like mykorrhiza — filaments devouring sense and sentences, and her strength that’s waned with […]
She is more silence with the words more random than before, repeated though. I imagine it’s like mykorrhiza — filaments devouring sense and sentences, and her strength that’s waned with […]
Her sentences where rivers once, meandering through marshlands, building into lakes and rushing rapids, heading for the sea. “Why was I never told, that mother’s dead?” She’s angry once again, […]
One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun through brush where a few leaves hang on. They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories. Names swallowed by […]
The rusty pot at rainbow’s end Plucked of arms and legs My mother’s secrecy Tethered round her fingerbone Her wild raft is set adrift Forgotten is the hungry road In […]
Last Train by @jdubqca @vivchook @brudberg @permabloom @afcoory @myvogonpoetry — The beautiful countryside of my childhood emerged vividly in my mind as I waited for the last train back to […]
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