Beauty of Rust
The beauty of rust is not in its color and not in the the view of the horizon left free and unharmed. The beauty of rust is not in its […]
The beauty of rust is not in its color and not in the the view of the horizon left free and unharmed. The beauty of rust is not in its […]
I never blamed it on the rain that day, my sorrow never grew from hail or clouds, I dwelled in shadows when you brought the light, You brought me laughter, […]
Little Hoodie searched the concrete jungle for her pimp and dealer — Mister Wolf. She turned some tricks on sleazy johns, but what she needed most (a fix), she knew […]
“The stars look different today” you gasped and wrapped your hungry thighs around my waist; “I think we passed its furthest edge”; I graced your lips; unzipped your silver suit; […]
I bear my name with a weight of pawing the moss, I’m named for my strength with a blueberried tongue I’m warrior of honor and light, cuddly and kind but […]
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