Constricted canvas
Suffocating silence, my stumbling syllables a classroom filled, smoldering with energy bright eyed aliens, students not like me. I bend my head sharpened by my pencil: tracing fantasies — faces, […]
Suffocating silence, my stumbling syllables a classroom filled, smoldering with energy bright eyed aliens, students not like me. I bend my head sharpened by my pencil: tracing fantasies — faces, […]
I’m from the key-chain round my neck. I’m from dinner-tables where my father spoke alone. I’m from dust of bookshelves. from plights of duty. from homework done in warmth from […]
Upwards, onward, always on the move. “Do your best”; my father’s voice comes back to haunt me. “There’s a day tomorrow”; I hear my juvenile falsetto responding; but as a […]
Advent means waiting for something important. In the Northern hemisphere we are preparing for a time of company in almost absent daylight, and the outward symbols of gifts and food […]
I dig my hands deep into the pockets of my wet overcoat, caressing the brief note you had left for me. I know that being late will not matter this […]
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