Ode to a pen – for dVerse
My pens will usually never linger. They fly like crows from tree to tree, cawing out short signatures of guilt. My cheap plastic pens move from pocket to your handbag […]
My pens will usually never linger. They fly like crows from tree to tree, cawing out short signatures of guilt. My cheap plastic pens move from pocket to your handbag […]
at winter I dreamt of skis a pair that smelled of tar waxed in perfect balance between glide and grip and weather was a fairy tale I would be skiing […]
a brief encounter is a first a brief encounter is a performance that takes place as an imaginary scenario where the artist’s grandmother meets with Karl Marx a brief encounter […]
On the road we travel aimlessly to find what we never have been looking for. The rhythm of a breaking engine — ca-chunk ca-chunk ca-chunk make me tap that knee […]
Tenderly I touch your cool glass as I feel the weight of broken souls, disintegrated families and suicides, and making the rich even richer. Communicate my utter nonsense. – I […]
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
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