Blast the halls
The library can not provide a useful thoughtWe seek structures, process, target, goal.Maze be damned, your books are naughtbut dreams, let numbers rule & take control.So burn its books, and […]
The library can not provide a useful thoughtWe seek structures, process, target, goal.Maze be damned, your books are naughtbut dreams, let numbers rule & take control.So burn its books, and […]
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —Emily Dickenson (1263) This, my Moon-faced manifest —of deeds, reflecting facts,a sleight of hand much lessthan Sunwise blinding acts. We turn to […]
“Frequently the wood are pink —”Emily Dickinson once before, at night, when frequentlywe kissed and serpently embraced thesea, the sullen waves, the wild wild woodwe knew the taste of soil, […]
Inhaled persuasive patternsof delightful dreamsto fill the fault lines in a failing worldwe believed the best. pretended and forgot,only to wake up (too late) to realise:this decline could not be […]
When you expecta curtsy,a blessing,a prayer,a sketch from a childin return formorsels and tidbitsit’s merely a tradea tiny transactionwhere you set the rules; Being nobleis only when givingis namelesswith no […]
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by sensuality, love, nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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