War and Buffet
Grabbing greed when pushing prows I will claim the buffet’s prize. Any means for calories to becoming super-sized. Meatballs, gravy, mayonnaise bread and butter, skip the greens chicken wings and […]
Grabbing greed when pushing prows I will claim the buffet’s prize. Any means for calories to becoming super-sized. Meatballs, gravy, mayonnaise bread and butter, skip the greens chicken wings and […]
tick-tock of my jaded clock tick-tock burning sofas snuff the embers tick-tock feed the starving kilns tick-tock mute the wolves employed to choke the members capture words as capsicum bitter […]
Signs of spring The tractor’s chewing spring-tired soil preparing wishes of the seed in this laidback equinox drizzle I take a not yet decayed oakleaf between my fingers letting texture […]
Its weight — my burden, heavy boots still unploughed: the frozen fields, the clay, your ash; a frown of crescent moons: your jealous eye closing like the clams; a woman […]
none we see o, come as one as reams on war concern us crimson raw come, o come as caucus names secure a man as sermons answer none unseen once […]
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