Tits and cocks
Hear song of tits and crow of cocks, when from the bushes hidden gold from bitch is snatched by thieving magpie. While spring is wile tectonic with temptation, blue, seductive […]
Hear song of tits and crow of cocks, when from the bushes hidden gold from bitch is snatched by thieving magpie. While spring is wile tectonic with temptation, blue, seductive […]
deep emotions puzzled him raged as thunder embered skin too hot sadness weighted, wilted sinking underneath he’s brined intestines snaking, burning spit obstructed breath for a noose prepared no symphonies […]
On the far side of the moon in Jurassic shadows, there’s an obelisk it’s polished black by solar winds; an orb transmitting blight to seed this tidal pestilence inflict lunatic […]
Be almost daffodil be oak and sun be barefoot willowed sashay me, dance and sway entangle me, embrace the light, be a blackbird’s beating heart soft as pitter-patter, rained from eaves […]
She is more silence with the words more random than before, repeated though. I imagine it’s like mykorrhiza — filaments devouring sense and sentences, and her strength that’s waned with […]
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