Midsummer night
As midsummer dusk crawls calmly over grass, through brush and thickets, with dew-retracted claws as careful as a sated stray-cat; suddenly aroused two blackbirds bicker over nest and egg, while […]
As midsummer dusk crawls calmly over grass, through brush and thickets, with dew-retracted claws as careful as a sated stray-cat; suddenly aroused two blackbirds bicker over nest and egg, while […]
My delusion is nothing like dragon- shaped clouds with teeth shallow as rain; it’s not formed from vapor not an elusive wind-carried mist, but clay-sturdy, a mud-man and shadow following […]
The fickle frets I felt in smell of sweat, with odd or even daisy- petals dealt in anxious wait for you to spell my doom in black or bright to […]
I’m told that back home in the city where libraries once held books to be read, a few fertile are left to be widespread for masters and wives, to be […]
With strawberried lips, solsticed in hunger we sip elder-scent birdsong grass-dancing infinite dusk endlessly stretching to dawn Soon it’s midsummer and here is a short poem for dVerse OLN — […]
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