Listening silence
Untangle carefully your constellations and let them sparkle in the warmth of whispered words that lost its meaning, but not the listening silence afterwards. Recall umbrellas, not the rainy days, […]
Untangle carefully your constellations and let them sparkle in the warmth of whispered words that lost its meaning, but not the listening silence afterwards. Recall umbrellas, not the rainy days, […]
There was a birthday when I realized I probably had less remaining roads to go than the paths I already had walked. I should have done, delivered gold and maybe […]
Yesterday I met Pinocchio — without the strings attached — he sat beside me, on the nightrain leading to another place than here, (somewhere too close to nowhere) His slanted […]
compensating closeness with another anonymity of amorous affirmation massive muscled exhilaration exhaled to floodlights and rhythmic beats that rip my heartbeats raw hands go: clap clap clap stagedived closures burning […]
The cantaloupe’s still sleeping on water vapor condensation rising from the sugar crested waves, to meet Calabrian pine-trees’ need, pregnant with its listless waiting. The fog weighs pelts of sheep […]
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