Deeper
not even the stars can spill such silvery lure — eyes brimming with mirth, nightgown slipping from shoulder leading me deeper than ever Today we are writing short poetry at […]
not even the stars can spill such silvery lure — eyes brimming with mirth, nightgown slipping from shoulder leading me deeper than ever Today we are writing short poetry at […]
If I could be a sliver of your thoughts when unaware. If I could butterfly, be lighthouse privy to your heart have keys and words to spi{e}ll your name in […]
Whisper me with butterflies lull my skin, giggle, moan me, murmur senseless sleep. Dream me strawberries and cream, sing sunshine in my hair, Be lighthouse, harbor me, Be ship and […]
Murmur me with rivers, shiver leaves with breeze, ease yourself in subtle trance dance me gently, sway — play me with your fingertips, lip me, lick me crazed daze my […]
The taste of fear is schizoid pure and red, a piece of meat, it’s poppies lost and flown from cries in mud and trenches darkly bled. We harvested the fear […]
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