Ode to the Calander – for dVerse
Tightly packed like passengers in morning rush-hour subway smelling damp wool from the November drizzle. Or like the articles in my morning paper of death, torture in domestic slavery and […]
Tightly packed like passengers in morning rush-hour subway smelling damp wool from the November drizzle. Or like the articles in my morning paper of death, torture in domestic slavery and […]
It is solved by walking. – Algerian Proverb My bare feet feel the smoothness of cobblestones and I reflect how it’s been worn down by generations of soldier’s boots, young […]
On the highest skydeck we seehow infinity’s much vasterthan the universe we know. You take my hand in yours,and tell me how you longfor atmospheres – so blue –protecting from […]
1, Under cherry trees, falling petals covers his discarded syringe. 2. Beside the highway, when fertilized by road kills, dandelions thrive. 3. As pedestrian’s feet unwillingly crushes the passing cockroach. […]
on silver sails, we set our hope in ships that gravity eloped we left a planet in despair from death on earth we did forswear away, away in rapid pace […]
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