A perfect man
He knows his worthperfection pricedin the pale reflectionof his golden hair and in the wayhe puffs and strutsArmani suitsa Rolex watchsix-pack belly he believesthat everythinghe touchesturn to gold, a perfect […]
He knows his worthperfection pricedin the pale reflectionof his golden hair and in the wayhe puffs and strutsArmani suitsa Rolex watchsix-pack belly he believesthat everythinghe touchesturn to gold, a perfect […]
Your loneliness is not a weightless void it’s not the darkness of a hollowed heart. Your loneliness is lead and plans destroyed, it’s blood and bones, the undertaker’s cart. Your […]
The land created me. I’m wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I’m more at home in the vacant lots. Bob Dylan From somewhere, a wind is blowin’, […]
deep emotions puzzled him raged as thunder embered skin too hot sadness weighted, wilted sinking underneath he’s brined intestines snaking, burning spit obstructed breath for a noose prepared no symphonies […]
Silence. Once I craved it, breathed caesuras, rare moments when cacophonic demands paused. My days were filled with “Mother please… “, “I don’t want…” or “Later mom…”. . Now 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
Now we see through a glass, darkly