A line of strawberries
a line of soldiers marching prisoners along an empty street where once I bought a watch turning me so poor again a line of soldiers their uniforms are red that […]
a line of soldiers marching prisoners along an empty street where once I bought a watch turning me so poor again a line of soldiers their uniforms are red that […]
For dVerse OLN I created a glosa (see Form for all last week). I made a half promise to use high-way to hell for a glosa, so here it is. […]
with deliberation I let my steely eyes slowly trace the blue line of the horizon while I sit down on the smooth rock polished to a silken smoothness by a […]
Just came back from a week without coverage. Brian at dVerse suggest poetry about monsters. What better way to start. Now without my monsters I expect them back. My monsters […]
Today the Victoria at dVerse wants poetry of irony and I have the picture prompt from Visdare (Normalcy) below. I’ve never grown up with nursery rhymes of Mother Goose, but […]
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