Evil is present
Evil is always presentpetty and present in meand in youlurking at my door, a ghost wearing sandalsinterred in the bones,exhumed in my marrow, stitched to my skin. Evil is absence, […]
Evil is always presentpetty and present in meand in youlurking at my door, a ghost wearing sandalsinterred in the bones,exhumed in my marrow, stitched to my skin. Evil is absence, […]
in subtle patterns of our prejudice we see the specks and not the depth within our brother’s eyes in subtle patterns of morality we persecute each other for transgressions forgetting […]
on vulture’s wings, once soaring high where meadows where, just ash remain as memories are on display for sake of progress you can buy to sacrifice and have it slain […]
To write about catastrophes for dVerse is both easy and hard. I seems to have written many dark poems this week. In general I am pessimistic of humanity. So I […]
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