Towards the slaughterhouse we went
We never hesitate, we follow you. We forge ahead until we’re dead. We never walked the narrow roads. With joyful smiles and speedily Towards the slaughterhouse we went. We are […]
We never hesitate, we follow you. We forge ahead until we’re dead. We never walked the narrow roads. With joyful smiles and speedily Towards the slaughterhouse we went. We are […]
I’m the one she still accepts I’m the one that leaves a trail behind of my unwashed underwear, I’m the footsteps leading to our bed […]
I capture scribbled notes like butterflies they’re telling stories of the ash we leave of all compassion sacrificed for gain of all our profiteering selfishness I’m digging deeper yet for […]
old prostitute – after her endless night fills the beggar’s cup Linked to Carpe Diem — May 11, 2014
she’s carried lightly on the wings of dreams and floating tenderly on sky like glass above the verdancy of sprouting grass she’s swaying softly in the land of beams he’s […]
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