Sweet bastard
You’re banned from these, my shores, sweet bastard if you ever dare again, to snake your way into my bed I’ll pierce you, have you nailed, harpooned, and leave your […]
You’re banned from these, my shores, sweet bastard if you ever dare again, to snake your way into my bed I’ll pierce you, have you nailed, harpooned, and leave your […]
Below the willow’s bough we hid from warmth, a dragonfly and I. I whispered words, and danced amid the leaves with emeralds as eyes, that day she lulled me softly […]
Once, when days were passed in backseat view of spruces, boughs bending darkly over gravel roads, The sun became a stroboscope sharply glimpsed through pines. Car-seat vinyl mock-weave patterns imprinted […]
Once – in sparks a firecracker hissed a bit, before I spread- sheeted my life and numbed defused confused. Today it’s Open Link Night at dVerse hosted by Grace. Bring […]
To mulch my limbs one day have withered underfoot To soil and there my soul, severed, becomes a thousand daisies, eyes of lawn, a smile for children’s feet. – […]
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