Depraved of Oxygen
Depraved of air, we were the very last to leave this soil now scorched. Our numbers drawn, exchanged for boarding cards; uniquely registered we were tattooed with its conductive ink, […]
Depraved of air, we were the very last to leave this soil now scorched. Our numbers drawn, exchanged for boarding cards; uniquely registered we were tattooed with its conductive ink, […]
Oh fortune, you’re the moon faced silver crescent broken by these thousand voices. In waves of darkness hear the soldiers trampling descending doom of crippled choices. Oh fortune you’re an […]
Only very recently we understood how curvatures in ninth dimension’s tensor calculus affected undulations in the solar flares; and how the integrated resonance in super-cubes and muon melodies can interact […]
When branches try to capture truth in moon the year unwritten scribble silver words from moon It bleeds in melting snow — the sentences unknown, as silent phases of the […]
Carpe Diem today has the prompt future. liberation payment done in blood one future — May 30, 2013
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