Your crimson sacrifice – for dVerse OLN
a painful stamina of city-life of pee-alleys lacking proper alibis where your carnelian orifice – opens to a crimson sacrifice in just a second – trigger recipes becomes a final […]
a painful stamina of city-life of pee-alleys lacking proper alibis where your carnelian orifice – opens to a crimson sacrifice in just a second – trigger recipes becomes a final […]
in subtle patterns of our prejudice we see the specks and not the depth within our brother’s eyes in subtle patterns of morality we persecute each other for transgressions forgetting […]
There are two cautions for my readers 1. this is fiction, purely fiction – and quite horrific. 2. It’s not new but has been written to a prompt The reason […]
The harvest moon leaves silver filaments at sea The harvest moon leaves silver filaments at sea Braided in the tresses of your golden hair they shine Braided in the tresses […]
Today Victoria asks us to do dada poetry at dVerse MTB. I focused on making a sound-poem and some graphic representation. You can use other dada techniques as well, try […]
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