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Hell is empty and all the devils are here. The Tempest, William Shakespeare Her hair is torn, a scalp is left. their hands were desert knives Merciless the dead horizon […]
Hell is empty and all the devils are here. The Tempest, William Shakespeare Her hair is torn, a scalp is left. their hands were desert knives Merciless the dead horizon […]
The red cloth around her bundle, a burden tied carefully around what’s left of life, she’s turned collateral, fleeing mortar serpents, a sacrifice to threat of unsheathed knifes, She could […]
The house of Don Francisco sat in a remote part of the desert and a thin veneer of dust had settled on the shining paintjob of the limousine as it […]
deeply rooted branches sway in desert wind – scorpion waits Hamish Gunn has written a wonderful prompt, and he wants us to hide a deeper meaning in the haiku. Explaining […]
For dVerse today I have written a little poem to this fine picture by Kelvin’s drawing Crossing the Desert we started very long ago for goal that just a few […]
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