Narcissus’ Nemesis
Narcissus’ Nemesis was his alabaster skin stretched across a perfect abdomen, Cause on Instagram perfection’s not enough, collecting hearts and his marble skin can not be pierced at the main-street […]
Narcissus’ Nemesis was his alabaster skin stretched across a perfect abdomen, Cause on Instagram perfection’s not enough, collecting hearts and his marble skin can not be pierced at the main-street […]
The brushstrokes of enlightenment can be traced from earthworms’ trails, in the way the dewdrops sparkle. and in the tilt of dandelion heads. The psalms of wisdom are winds that’s […]
In greedy flames that licked the rain and sky for verdicts of another night, when dreams repeated pasts when mother’s asking why she’s sentenced and why the preacher screamed of […]
When false pretenses fades, and trickery has trickled as morphine in my drip. diluted in my blood — my veins subconsciously submissive; Invading mud, a landslide shades my retina my […]
Bullets of your butterfliesare hands beating at the fuseYour ants are wearing lions:as a march hare through the mill. Debase are kid glovesnipping at the hard placeof my gilded ball-park.My […]
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