A note for luck? – Trifecta triolets
Contemptuous words that prick my skin that pluck my chest-hairs one by one declaring that our life is sin contemptuous words that prick my skin when to his sermons you […]
Contemptuous words that prick my skin that pluck my chest-hairs one by one declaring that our life is sin contemptuous words that prick my skin when to his sermons you […]
Lost – without your presence in my life Lost – when you said your life is only yours Lost – in that lingering smell putrid from decay You will never […]
The choices that I cannot make between what’s right for me or what’s right. Are there answers on the wall? Painted clear with brazen clarity, In letters scribbled yes or […]
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 […]
Father Peter crossed the churchyard on the overgrown path. Above the hunting clouds partly shadowed a full moon, casting moving shadows on the old iron crosses of the old cholera […]
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