Flaunted flick knives of the dark
Lying on my bed, in constant apparition of the hungry hinges of a crying door. Foggy lantern paints cadaverous sheen on puckered skin and sunken skulls. My nose and fingers […]
Lying on my bed, in constant apparition of the hungry hinges of a crying door. Foggy lantern paints cadaverous sheen on puckered skin and sunken skulls. My nose and fingers […]
aghast above in tree their silence ominous like little scarecrows they just wait a presence is like noose around my neck but as I’m climbing up they disappear and then […]
Winter kigo on Carpe Diem prompt is bed bugs, watamushi , certainly not a very poetic subject of lice and fleas. itching bites fleas enjoys to feed sleepless ~~ bugs […]
Deep into the boggy marsh The creatures of my nightmare Cold and with a deadly breath They are here to damage me — I should go home to safety To […]
As darkness creeps into my room Sends shivers deep into my bone I lie and wait impeding doom All quiet, just a silent moan ~~ Then suddenly a sound of […]
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