Melt me (c)old
Scar my sparks, you clouds spill death in shadow-breath, ice-breeze withered leaves twist bloom from roses, grey my garden’s green, dance me broken glass; dull my shimmer, lull me blind. […]
Scar my sparks, you clouds spill death in shadow-breath, ice-breeze withered leaves twist bloom from roses, grey my garden’s green, dance me broken glass; dull my shimmer, lull me blind. […]
I’m tempted to curl up, cuddle warmth, and wait for world to metamorph, to butterfly itself to tolerance; but I realize that taking stance works better than cocooning, that chance […]
On new year’s eve he lets the ancient sunshine in to dust beloved shelves. He sits beside the window drinking tea and watches specks of dust transform from books to […]
Power lies in lies, like Sauron filling dreams with fear not facts Alt-right trolls and darknet chatbots rule us with their post-truth rules, That we are stronger when divided. That […]
I crumble papers with last year’s resolutions waived — still waiting for re-cycling (or to be left in parentheses) like the bullet point un- punctuated… or poems partly written. I […]
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