The oak and moon
Watched with arms outstretched the oak with boughs and branches shadowplays the moon in black swan arabesque. Today at dVerse MTB Victoria want us to write Imagist poetry inspired by […]
Watched with arms outstretched the oak with boughs and branches shadowplays the moon in black swan arabesque. Today at dVerse MTB Victoria want us to write Imagist poetry inspired by […]
The explorer cutting paths through thickets swearing at mosquitos wearing his ambition tight, sees too late the importance of a way back. — January 25, 2016
On oily doldrums, in the silent sea an island lies. It’s filled with crosses and on craggy shores are rotting carcasses of moored intentions and the words unsaid are feeding […]
Spontaneous is carefully selected mismatch, expensive socks unpaired and designer patchwork parkas made in Bangladesh. It’s feng-shui of the coffee-shop where posers order oolong tea. It’s zen on Instagram and […]
Against the black winged sky, a sultry sun plays peek a boo with winds — the tempest temptress. You… You pull me closer, closer, to the precipice. But yet a […]
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