Silver from the stars
The softness of your hands is formed from night Where fingers weave and skin meets skin; delight. We sail the dragon, sieve silver from the stars. My love, embrace the […]
The softness of your hands is formed from night Where fingers weave and skin meets skin; delight. We sail the dragon, sieve silver from the stars. My love, embrace the […]
On the first night of summer You listen to the sound from the neighbor‘s lawn mower while you fire up the barbeque. You feel the soft touch from the first […]
I dream of waterfalls, of rivers and of rain I dream of childhood and my past I dream of rinsing clouds to ease my pain I dream in green and […]
Your plum blood carries bitter sweetness moister than strawberries such cherrylike completeness but its pip hard as teeth — a pain so sweet. 140 character poem for Real Toad Tuesday […]
The more I age, the more I see my father and my father’s father and my mother’s father Like when you see yourself repeated in opposing mirrors I see an […]
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