Behind me
That last time we tried, pretending, hand in hand, in strained silence walking to the lake. The birches dressed in sheer green with a white carpet of wood anemones underneath […]
That last time we tried, pretending, hand in hand, in strained silence walking to the lake. The birches dressed in sheer green with a white carpet of wood anemones underneath […]
Still at night upon my lips, an aroma dwellsand I sleepwalk into secret chambers whereI tiptoe in the warmth you left and it smellsof flowers, bloom until I have to […]
At spring when there is lilac in the air: a scent so sweet to bring me back to end of school: we hugged and promised: it’s not goodbye it’s called […]
Sip the parting from her lips, in tiptoe telling of goodbye. His fingers in his pocket crossed, Soon it’s lost. A single ticket (no return): it’s a secret sigh, A […]
I looked straight into those limitless eyes falling soundlessly bending to her ways but as the dusty lane through the grain-field ends she parts – smilingly walking east I walk […]
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