My weight in night
Its weight — my burden, heavy boots still unploughed: the frozen fields, the clay, your ash; a frown of crescent moons: your jealous eye closing like the clams; a woman […]
Its weight — my burden, heavy boots still unploughed: the frozen fields, the clay, your ash; a frown of crescent moons: your jealous eye closing like the clams; a woman […]
Oak trees and the moon. Light and mute constellations. And the frigid sea A given haiku by Tomas Tranströmer, which in Swedish reads: Ekar och månen. Ljus och tysta stjärnbilder. […]
falling star – moths are whirling seek its light Inspired by Shiba Sonome’s haiku: the insects’ chirp as night deepens sinks into the stones Linked to Carpe Diem — 2014-10-05
This night of sanguine hips when blinded by the bleach of sun we shed our last maracas tears Mascara rolling down her cheek forgets impending doom of dawn Dancing in […]
the nights you wake up screaming from dreams that seize you with worms that suck with tender lips your daring resolution to go on the nights when prose lies dead […]
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