His dreams of landmines – Octave
when cries of sorrow from the distant war’s diluted drumbeats quenched by falling rain I meet his eyes across the aisle – a corpse escaped to safety of sorts – […]
when cries of sorrow from the distant war’s diluted drumbeats quenched by falling rain I meet his eyes across the aisle – a corpse escaped to safety of sorts – […]
Your porcelain habit left with visions split between the wishful thoughts of Gordon Pym and pimple scars that leave precision pits Now drink to fortunes of the gorgons grim Then […]
When tempests whisper lies to me and only rabbits tell the time digested is Apollo’s crime as long as Charon get’s his fee Then even ISIS can’t escape the duldroms […]
on thirteenth floor the thirteenth day a mirror breaks from edge to edge when elevators all are stuck your smoke-filled stairs turn me to stone my room is filled with […]
pigeons salute the dawn insomnia Linked to Carpe Diem — June 12, 2014
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