Shrouded moon
This is the first time after summer when I think it will be dark enough for us to have a chance to see her friendly face. Overcast, but still I […]
This is the first time after summer when I think it will be dark enough for us to have a chance to see her friendly face. Overcast, but still I […]
In its twilight vastnessthe librarian is often lostamong obscure editionsfrom unknown publishers;among its shelvesthe dust has settledinto layers and beforehe finds familiarbooks, he pines forthe amazement offinally findingthose mythical mapshis […]
We call August month of rotwhen growth of plants has ceasedand fungus, mold, and microbes rule,when we preserve, ferment and pickleto transform our harvests into food instead of muckIt’s the […]
The aged librarian finds pridein being prudent even in the faceof vagrant long-legged visitors,with hips wider than a singlegaze could capture, even if theirpassing presence, tinkly titter,and blossomy essence stiran […]
This summer is a dragon’s fiery breathwith fevered brow, she brings with daylight droughtand in her path with tindered grass comes deathfrom restless flames, behind her ash and nought.This summer’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