Dream-wolf
One is laced with frost its mate besmirched in blaze; my Janus-eyed mate, my dream-wolf, wordlessly impaling my sleep. Stare-asking —she mutely peers delightfully, with deliberate intent why my pay-check […]
One is laced with frost its mate besmirched in blaze; my Janus-eyed mate, my dream-wolf, wordlessly impaling my sleep. Stare-asking —she mutely peers delightfully, with deliberate intent why my pay-check […]
At night our pyre glows with sudden flares as tongues, ensnaring trees, condemned by us, the virtuos wardens turned to butchers, hangmen and assassins; we, the undertakers watch our garden […]
A Man of fortitude shall forge Himself, and know how iron can be tied to muscle-manacles, be gasoline and guns be best to boast but loath how flowers can be […]
My mother is gone. She actually started to leave long before we realized the depth of her dementia, but when summer was just beginning, she left us for good. Now, […]
Caged in his solitude, moonless and lost the ancient librarian shuffles through dust of seemingly identical chambers for a single truthful apparition in the pulp-fiction-platitudes left in the wake of […]
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