Office chuckle
Deep in his throat a chuckle blooms,veneering pink of slips, and the black-book notes. Is there menace in his gaze? Or in the way he punches numbers on the telephone? […]
Deep in his throat a chuckle blooms,veneering pink of slips, and the black-book notes. Is there menace in his gaze? Or in the way he punches numbers on the telephone? […]
My moon’s a garden black repulsive lie a forest scream; rain away, sweet girl my dream – run and shadow less; barefoot shot like lightning, drooled we worshipped blue skin […]
inked on parch- me(a)nt, white words played, cut and hyp- hend bent are still preciser briefer — sliced, de- leted than my sentenced sense pretense in prose. Today at dVerse […]
Next departure was for Innsbruck, and leaving Vienna I thought: why not Tyrol and as usual I found compartments filled with fellow travelers; our intentions set to maximize the miles […]
Come melt me, thaw me, lip me with your sips of sun dissolving snow. O light of March dear equinox come melt me. let me bubble throw my socks. Dance […]
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
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Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
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chronicling my quarter life crisis