Library – time
The windows of the librarycan only be reachedby climbing a ladderhidden under lock and key;so as the books unopenedthe worlds (words)within will only knowabout each otherthrough a visitor bringingthe evening […]
The windows of the librarycan only be reachedby climbing a ladderhidden under lock and key;so as the books unopenedthe worlds (words)within will only knowabout each otherthrough a visitor bringingthe evening […]
His books are mirrorsand therefore in the voidbetweeneach volume juxtaposedthe space is infinite; he calls his librarythe universewhere everything (and everyone)but time prevailunchanged,while in the world outsideseason follows seasonand nothing […]
Before His library is wider than its wallsand taller than the border of its roof, It has oceans, mountains and pathsleading deeper ever deeper into forests. It has galaxies and […]
The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite, perhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries. Jorge Lous Borges, The Library of Babel. Which came first, the library or […]
There are moments when he talks to shadows. He knows they care and never interrupt to leave him like a light might do. The moon, the sun even candles shine […]
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