Mushrooms
Picking mushrooms you can barely sense the might of mycorrhiza growing down below, how it tangles with the roots, embrace the trees and links with soil to feed the bloom […]
Picking mushrooms you can barely sense the might of mycorrhiza growing down below, how it tangles with the roots, embrace the trees and links with soil to feed the bloom […]
Her soul’s too grey from sorrow she is the shadow borrowed wild, she is nocturnal flicker, wind-on-candle- mist & midnight-moans, she stirs your loins upsets you with her ice and […]
I scavenge secrets that you softly whisper, to the darkness’ moon-wise sky. I sense your agonies, I sense the aftertaste of pillow-tears, I see the shadow-cries beneath your eyes, I […]
Below unseen rest world-roots spinning bloom to buds of you and me, there beneath the firmament of wood the norns tend lifelines of our being, only they will know the […]
when in my undulating heartbeats I see silence only you bring songs of April newborn leaves you are the dancing sun-lit dust pretending to be stars you are rain on […]
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