Rain away
My moon’s a garden black repulsive lie a forest scream; rain away, sweet girl my dream – run and shadow less; barefoot shot like lightning, drooled we worshipped blue skin […]
My moon’s a garden black repulsive lie a forest scream; rain away, sweet girl my dream – run and shadow less; barefoot shot like lightning, drooled we worshipped blue skin […]
Iridescent a rain- bowed scent of green. when after rain; sheened in simmered dusk she nests herself besides him, rests still silent, husked and hiding seeds of yes. In flowered […]
Here in Sweden last of April is the official start of spring. We are supposed to light bonfires and listen to choirs singing. This year it’s a little late, but […]
verdant paradise springtime garden woodland harmony inside ~~ harmony inside daffodils in greenery singing to the spring ~~ singing to the spring forget me not soprano verdant paradise In our […]
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