A wall of love
I walked past the department store where a lorry crashed on April 7, and suddenly my mind is filled with what-ifs and whys and hows. I still remember how we […]
I walked past the department store where a lorry crashed on April 7, and suddenly my mind is filled with what-ifs and whys and hows. I still remember how we […]
Breeze becomes you as my cue to breathe: to melt; it opens shadows lulls and spills me rose-clouds; it shimmers green; it grins and sparks. … and like words we […]
Our song was not of crickets nor of strings it was more in depth of water, timpanies of summer thunderstorms, herons, crows. We neither burned nor froze, yet with fevered […]
Iridescent a rain- bowed scent of green. when after rain; sheened in simmered dusk she nests herself besides him, rests still silent, husked and hiding seeds of yes. In flowered […]
Your nape is bent, with gentle weight of snow, the strands of hair reflecting light; as gold your eyes are tinsel under mistletoe. This night I shiver, bent in night […]
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