When silence thrives
Our silence thrives when shame and shamed is answer and response to forbidden groping hands from men of power. Linking a Shadorma for dVerse OLN. Wanted it short and sharp […]
Our silence thrives when shame and shamed is answer and response to forbidden groping hands from men of power. Linking a Shadorma for dVerse OLN. Wanted it short and sharp […]
When critters claw and cry at midnight; moans for me. I’m tethered tight; I tremble for delight of daring devils, and zesty zombies zucking In vain a vampire veins me, […]
In mid October porcini mushrooms have been eaten by the slugs; there are no yellow chanterelles; it’s even late for hedgehog mushroom; their pale faces would shinel against the pockmarked […]
Some claim the sea is blue, but other say it’s green. I often see the sea as grey, when clouds obscure horizon and every sound crawls closer. On such days […]
it’s not rain nor persistent wind — autumn’s weight is darkness penetrating skin and veins turning blood to stone dressed in shroud of moss and bracken somber songs from corpse […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly