What the moonlight tells me
Was there a glint of moonlight in your eyes? a tender silver spilled as tears from heaven; you that night of early August, when we left to build a future […]
Was there a glint of moonlight in your eyes? a tender silver spilled as tears from heaven; you that night of early August, when we left to build a future […]
What matters can be more (or both) than what’s black or white, or even words that fit in single tweets. There are hollows in the shallow depression, depths more measured […]
To find yourself exposed to lightning, in the mountains when even fathers panic. I was ten I think, and didn’t care; I had to soak, puddled wet through clothes. You […]
Undercovered, veiled encrypted you – your words are braille on skin. I’m puppeteered at night, strained in strings with bedsheets as from skin, veiled in hair I’m scissored curved a […]
I miss you less in thunder than its absence in the way peonies bend when afterwards the summer rain is left in leaves,in grass. It’s hard to carry memories, acceptance […]
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