Breathless through the night
At night I fear to face my dreams, the tingle of what I left undone, the haunting sense of things I lost. At an airport, being late realizing that I […]
At night I fear to face my dreams, the tingle of what I left undone, the haunting sense of things I lost. At an airport, being late realizing that I […]
It’s not incinerated heat or ash but insincerity and ice, when dullness of serrated blades cut closer to a beating heart, than scimitars of death. My fear is not for […]
Silversnaking on its cheap reflection his gaze seeks upward thighs, delight of tender talons, eyes to rip her stockings. Rainy nights are rotting teeth seduction. tapered fingers, priestlike, locking round […]
Why afraid of ebola? of terrorism? of North Korea, Russia or United States? of climate change or bankruptcy? What’s really scary is the fear and zealousness of golden keys of […]
crossing the footbridge a sound that comes unbidden … my wild beating heart Lolly when confronted with a doe it syncopates her fear Björn — Linked to Carpe […]
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