Meadowlarks where singing
Twigs and saplings grow to trees and pebbles in my shoe turn into boulders The itch you scratch too long will leave a bloodstain on my sheet. Slandered words in […]
Twigs and saplings grow to trees and pebbles in my shoe turn into boulders The itch you scratch too long will leave a bloodstain on my sheet. Slandered words in […]
The rusty pot at rainbow’s end Plucked of arms and legs My mother’s secrecy Tethered round her fingerbone Her wild raft is set adrift Forgotten is the hungry road In […]
When gradually I blend with dancers of the shadowplay with canopies aghast with beasts and birds seeking shelter just like me, a memory. I walk to find a path among […]
Your dreams as shadows of the day it’s cards I kept and never played for scars behind chiaroscuro masks When awake why did I have to ask? I feared a […]
White is life; it’s every hue combined in equal measure. The passion of your heart, the love of red, of blood and anger. It’s the cold and distant blue, rejection […]
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