She collects untangled syllables from eaves-dropped conversations. Senseless sentences she’s pouring on the kitchen-floor; she sorts them carefully in color-codes; the jealous green with yellow strands and crimson anger with […]
I could never touch his waxy face, sunken, yet familiar. Painted and preserved with formalin, his blood exchanged with chemicals. His nose and ears seemed larger than in life since […]
I’m thankful for the slanting rays of sun, for moonbeam silver in the mountain tarn. I’m thankful for the mostly silent guns, that people eat and have sufficient grain, that […]
“I need rhinestone ballet-shoes” the faerie elephant exclaimed unfolding million butterflies of sparkling wings while dancing foxtrot with the purple moose. “and a Stetson hat in pink – with that […]
In oscine song and frangipani whiffs the missing part is what he sees Mikado‘s craving ichor of the gods, to live forever is his quest. He cannot hear the birds. […]
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
