silence with the weight of lead – anaphora poem for dVerse
the silence of what’s never said the silence in our empty rooms the silence that I always dread the silence is like noxious fumes the silence when you walked away […]
the silence of what’s never said the silence in our empty rooms the silence that I always dread the silence is like noxious fumes the silence when you walked away […]
unstoppable breaking through concrete the dandelion suns it’s like a frog transformed by princess’ kiss to handsome prince or clouds that disappear after rainy day the sun will set in […]
towards the end togetherness in solitude towards the end when nothingness remains to mend exist in passive attitude repeating mundane platitudes towards the end Today in dVerse Tony will teach […]
we struggle & fight in constant battle with an evil twin we carry deep within we’re like a Janus hiding second face just acting Doctor Jekyll & hide our Hyde […]
the saloon! the speaker suddenly exclaimed: clinging with one hand a few seconds darkness aided by the faint and having watched for the spar deck above their heads, his comrade […]
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