Falling
My love for you is not the pinkish softness of a kitten’s paw, it’s not the brightness of a summer solstice, not the nausea of honeysuckled sweetness in June but […]
My love for you is not the pinkish softness of a kitten’s paw, it’s not the brightness of a summer solstice, not the nausea of honeysuckled sweetness in June but […]
Romeo: Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare Love is rage and […]
We were the sea and soil, the withered green We were the burning ice and blazing night. But we were crushed by weight of dawn. We were the fragrant rose, […]
See dewdrops on the budding rose shimmer in the candlelight The honeyd drink I’m offered burns the touch of chili bites Striations in the marble sheen of tempting crimson tracks […]
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