My poetry is dreams
My dreams are tar remaining underneath my fingernails resisting efforts of the brush My dreams are itch right between the shoulderblades where my fingers cannot reach My dreams are news […]
My dreams are tar remaining underneath my fingernails resisting efforts of the brush My dreams are itch right between the shoulderblades where my fingers cannot reach My dreams are news […]
Summer sachets of lavender longing in linen a smell of southern Provence my dreams are still warm in its seasoning The sunset of tangerine glistening butterflies dancing — we tasted […]
Ese of Ese’s voice wrote this marvelous haiku: the endless night unable to count the stars in the frozen pond For me the endless night is something very real as […]
Along the road – following the Northern Lights exhaling dreams Linked to Carpe Diem — December 10, 2014
Hollywood. She’d realized that rhinestones shine like diamonds; that marble can be trompe-l’œil plywood. She’d found herself in platform-shoes handling days of fading dreams. Amanda learned to smile; giggle 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