The night of sunken ships
Deriving death of sunken ships your lighthouse darkened, stormy seas eroding shorelines, bending knees escaping, wallow, bouncing hips your cotton dress was clinging wet in tears, in rain and midnight […]
Deriving death of sunken ships your lighthouse darkened, stormy seas eroding shorelines, bending knees escaping, wallow, bouncing hips your cotton dress was clinging wet in tears, in rain and midnight […]
Dear Beloved — according to availability a night in double room with private, sensitive & extensive personal details I present this charitable task bless selected units — seasons to work […]
Syllables are clinging to his lips Words slither through the air and bury burdens hide the lies and simplify. His speech diverges from the truth and dribble drops of soup […]
Why do you whisper songlines to the wind? What secrets did your share, while he moved his fingers through your hair? Was it tears he brought, or was that a […]
The scent of footsteps a lingering hangover “Meet me by the abbey” you said – leaving thirty years ago Still I’m searching deep in bottles of regret. Linked to Magpie […]
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