The koi is floating belly up
When summer’s sky is ripe with pungent crows in pull of henchmen’s ropes and for your whims I paint our world in blue; your voice, a noose around my neck, […]
When summer’s sky is ripe with pungent crows in pull of henchmen’s ropes and for your whims I paint our world in blue; your voice, a noose around my neck, […]
Thomas walked with heavy steps to the koi-pond. He knew it had been his downfall, and he tried not to see the foreclosure signs. It had been an obsession. But […]
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