classic education – for dVerse
oldest of his seven brothers, my grandpa (whom I never met) his father born a farmer was a country priest who paved the way to education a path that all […]
oldest of his seven brothers, my grandpa (whom I never met) his father born a farmer was a country priest who paved the way to education a path that all […]
I’d like my words to flutter in the wind like dandelion parachutes giggle-blown in summer evenings I’d like my words to fall like acorns distinctly make impressions in October soil […]
always bullet-proof – that mandatory glass but it’s penetrated by malicious spam from that indigo-shadowed business when this electronic bound allegory rises in cyber attacks from vitiligo fatsos by exercising […]
“There is a dress-code here” he says,looking at my designer-jeans,and handmade Italian shoes I look at his polyester suit,feeling sweat trickling down my back.I smile and realize – that I […]
the pestilence of what you never said the death of all your withered starving words I gather ashes from a scattered sentence – bled I whisper carefully beneath Damocles’ sword […]
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by sensuality, love, nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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!
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chronicling my quarter life crisis