A second midnight run
The asphalt’s slick with motor oil beside the road a withered rose where shattered glass and blood did soil a bridegroom’s new and shining clothes. On empty roads there’s still […]
The asphalt’s slick with motor oil beside the road a withered rose where shattered glass and blood did soil a bridegroom’s new and shining clothes. On empty roads there’s still […]
Their fractured words are superglued to sentences of false pretense. In sooted fingerpaint they smother memories of calamity might. Their sulfur orders wither the fraternity delight. When broken brotherhoods are […]
ghastly shadows hidden hantu pisang – go bananas Linked to Carpe Diem — November 14, 2014
compensating closeness with another anonymity of amorous affirmation massive muscled exhilaration exhaled to floodlights and rhythmic beats that rip my heartbeats raw hands go: clap clap clap stagedived closures burning […]
You are the strings that resonate on emptiness, the timpani that syncopate my beating heart; you are conductor’s sheets of unplayed symphonies. Together we explore the starlit harmonies of lightyear […]
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