wolfsbane – for dVerse
Waiting for her wolf while hooded monkshood nod confirming lure of virgin blood she’s caped with wolfsbane folded deep inside her heart hold hemlocked secrets and her foxgloved hands are […]
Waiting for her wolf while hooded monkshood nod confirming lure of virgin blood she’s caped with wolfsbane folded deep inside her heart hold hemlocked secrets and her foxgloved hands are […]
He pledges roses in a honeyed voice but talk of rainbow in his speech deceives. So lady dear, please run, you have a choice. His promises infect you like disease […]
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