my lips are sealed
In token trust of whispered woes we wait, we wait in slipping silence darkness binds us to its secrecy. Tonight’s delight alone – secluded kiss my lips are sealed in […]
In token trust of whispered woes we wait, we wait in slipping silence darkness binds us to its secrecy. Tonight’s delight alone – secluded kiss my lips are sealed in […]
Words are butterflies torn to pieces in the winter storm. Words are shattered glass barely mended using superglue. Words are milk remaining overnight and gone sour Words are snowmen thawing […]
Shattered, broken, alone now. Rooflight sunbeams burning echoes from his voice: “Bitch” he had been pounding with his words again — again “Why did you smile at Earl?” or was […]
The taste of love is always green, not tender like the leaves of spring or strong like wind through summer pines. but more the bitter bile you feel in mirrored […]
She sits outside in rain and snow with cardboard cup to tell us how she left her family behind to feed them from the coins we throw. But people pass […]
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