The potent potion of a kiss
the potent potion of your kiss stirred with silver from a gibbous moon aroused with perfume from October’s frost shared in crystal flutes along the well-known paths silenced by an […]
the potent potion of your kiss stirred with silver from a gibbous moon aroused with perfume from October’s frost shared in crystal flutes along the well-known paths silenced by an […]
datura-high I soar the clouds candy-flossy mauve like music form John Coltraine’s saxophone from his time with Monk anxiously I watch the internecine war between a crazy peccary and our […]
Kahlil Gibran said on dreams: “How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the […]
the lazy canopies smother me tonight in their stagnant smell of fall decay I meet a badger on my evening walk and for a brief instant – he looks at […]
‘We live as we dream. Alone’ (Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness) suddenly awake – I raise the draw-bridge and feed the alligators in my moat defend myself with razor-wire sentences […]
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