Grandfathers
The mirror speaks of ancestral sternness and the burden of my duties striated around my eyes, I see their foreheads rising skyward, relentless, proud and I can sense their frenzy […]
The mirror speaks of ancestral sternness and the burden of my duties striated around my eyes, I see their foreheads rising skyward, relentless, proud and I can sense their frenzy […]
You painted all your dreams in pink and neon and drifted far from woods to New Year’s hailing we took you home to rest, but you went sailing we tried […]
You taste my hands preparing us for dusk, in tangerine the sky adorns itself for dusk. We listen for the nightingales to sing, and let the longing of our lips […]
Did you ever see a mantis praying for its prey, a lion letting go, a snake with antivenom tears or a broker breaking down if he have won? Did you […]
This burning urge, this itch of greed to grab what’s green: This yearn to pilfer, steal, to launder dough in offshore bank accounts, This. our lust of being rich has […]
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