Perfumed
May is perfumed with memories, the bird cherry bloom takes me back to the days I left high school, of leaving youth and childhood behind, drunk on cheap wine and […]
May is perfumed with memories, the bird cherry bloom takes me back to the days I left high school, of leaving youth and childhood behind, drunk on cheap wine and […]
Sentenced after false confessionskidnapped into custody,deprived of citizenship, being forcedupon himself the burdenof a country, he’s denounced,being forced to carry on his backthe crimes of others. Once he published booksfrom […]
Mirror me from moonless twilight,from convicted waters dulledby sullen duskburied beneath waterlogged bracken- Dye me from hesitant windswrithing between forgottenheadstones of a countryside graveyard. Build my flesh from peat,and I […]
This time of yearwe see them pairing upelaborately dancing, bowingup and down,circling round and roundand water mirroredamong the reeds, they will builda flimsy nest,barely over water settingtheir offspring upfor drowning,but […]
The library is taste-and colorless, desert, seaexisting only on the edgeof your atmosphere,some would say it is largerthan the universewhile others claim it’s justa tiny box of liesillusion and a […]
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