What we still take for granted
Today as dawn just had brokenI walked through the woodson gold covered pathsto the sound of tiring leavestrembling in wind. A faint drizzle of rainwets my hair and covers my […]
Today as dawn just had brokenI walked through the woodson gold covered pathsto the sound of tiring leavestrembling in wind. A faint drizzle of rainwets my hair and covers my […]
From Pablo Neruda Sonnet 17 (second stanza) You are not a mirror where reflected, I,can affirm myself. You are not a watercolored loveor honeysuckled dusk, never soft as dew; but […]
As midsummer dusk crawls calmly over grass, through brush and thickets, with dew-retracted claws as careful as a sated stray-cat; suddenly aroused two blackbirds bicker over nest and egg, while […]
The last of acorns from my stately oak now rests; a poem in my open palm and echoes stories that the summer spoke, it tells of rainbows, storms and evening […]
As nature gradually reclaims its soil, the silence from the murdered herds is screaming from the trees. The awe we felt from bravery and stubborn stance has been replaced by […]
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by sensuality, love, nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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