If we would meet again
If we would bump into each otherI’ll play the chump you knew; pretend I wasn’t dumped by you. And if you’ll tell me “jump”, I’ll feign and fake for you; […]
If we would bump into each otherI’ll play the chump you knew; pretend I wasn’t dumped by you. And if you’ll tell me “jump”, I’ll feign and fake for you; […]
His library is wider than its wallsand taller than the border of its roof, It has oceans, mountains and pathsleading deeper ever deeper into forests. It has galaxies and deep […]
I carry blades behind my bogus acts; my buffoonery barely shadows serpents and a smile as soft as scissors. I am the corpse invitedto your children’s playground,the grin of palest […]
Fermenting in my thoughts a pizza processwake the starterbubbling yearning yeastand later need to knead the dough then add with coriander leaveschilled with chili, tomatillos from the vine, Then toss it, cheese […]
Hips to hulltethered freeI’m paddle-dipping,rolling in your wake I’m crested, carriedhome/awaywhile sipping saltof sea-tears keptto be savored,shared with thisour sun. Sarah inspires us to write about boats at dVerse, and […]
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