When will the summer melt my frozen tears?
I’m wading through the dirt of falling snow when days are buried under too much snow I’m stamping, waiting for a broken plough The icy days are dark inside this […]
I’m wading through the dirt of falling snow when days are buried under too much snow I’m stamping, waiting for a broken plough The icy days are dark inside this […]
With every injection she hoped to meet her mother. Her sweet mother not yet lost to stepfather’s fists. In her drug-induced dreams she was running across orchards outside their trailer […]
when inkwashed skies reflect in pooling tears come shut those doors and stay with me inside let burning birch-wood embers take those fears you will from bonds of sorrow be […]
as cherry trees sway in southerly breeze – depressions leave Linked to Carpe Diem — February 5. 2014
Smelling the decay Nature preparing for rest Leafs will turn to soil The squirrel gather acorns Everything’s waiting For snowfall in November New shovel’s needed Darkness means depression Lighting candles […]
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