a shipwrecked waterway
Like counting pebbles, polished smooth – the ocean waves, are still my beating heart. As granite turns to dust, my liver-spots and blood are moonless nights. Sublime, this siege of […]
Like counting pebbles, polished smooth – the ocean waves, are still my beating heart. As granite turns to dust, my liver-spots and blood are moonless nights. Sublime, this siege of […]
Sipping syllables — your lips the butterfly effect of thunderstorms, the flutter in my stomach or the logic of imagined constellations. Still I crave your random kisses and I ask […]
What happened here, the woods look brown When trees are dying, who destroys the view? Echo: You What’s that virus, what destroys its soil? Echo: Oil How can I stop […]
You whisper to the darkness; wishful truths believing that the moon is there for you believing night can bring eternal youth believing that the clotted blood is dew In fall […]
The oak agreed to lend its soul, its massive trunk took me across the river wild to reach my goal: your hand in mine, and for the gloss of polished […]
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