moribund in sepulcher bracken
I’m petrified behind my flaccid carapace and billow nauseously in patchouli air while swine-snouted suffragettes enact to purify my everlasting valediction with bombastic threnodies that fill my veins I’m lost […]
I’m petrified behind my flaccid carapace and billow nauseously in patchouli air while swine-snouted suffragettes enact to purify my everlasting valediction with bombastic threnodies that fill my veins I’m lost […]
Your verbal creations of filigreed damnations in spittle riddled spray of curses hurled at me I defend with apologies of brittle verses and swirl away hiding and humbled – stumble […]
you conquer woods – entrap the cloudy skies with fingers stretched you carve my burning skin I open up like autumn-ripened cowpeas skive our breathing’s heavy as we yearn for […]
strength is given only to the helpful hands – a shaman’s song Linked to Carpe Diem — May 30, 2014
ribbon of colours streaks across the endless sky dance of the spirits (Celestine) greeted by the water-song of mating toads in spring […]
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