Wingless
This poem is versedfrom October’s dying leavespenned with the rainon the parchment of wetted streets,riddling their secretsfrom questions unknown. This poem is nota spreadsheet, not deadstill piled among leavesleft purpled […]
This poem is versedfrom October’s dying leavespenned with the rainon the parchment of wetted streets,riddling their secretsfrom questions unknown. This poem is nota spreadsheet, not deadstill piled among leavesleft purpled […]
To fall in love is lack, a loss of gravity; the weightless sense of jumping from a cliff without a parachute. To fall in love is windswept hair and bravery […]
The river is both change and sameness It’s an endless new beginning from its birth in raindrops, rivulets and streams through the rush of waterfalls, the sluggish movement under bridges […]
There were caw of crows a fence around the headstone and his broken mallet overgrown with grass. A mallet argument bludgeon better than convinces, maybe silence is a question. We […]
I pickled summer saving shimmered trance breeze of melt and green. I added moss rose musk our solstice dance, and heartbeat skips of moonstone lull. The jar (now twisted shut) […]
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!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis