The turning point
Imagine words as origami and fold your syllables to paper planes or crease them into cranes. Imagine paper to be sacred with those words released from windows to be shared. […]
Imagine words as origami and fold your syllables to paper planes or crease them into cranes. Imagine paper to be sacred with those words released from windows to be shared. […]
Earth When seeds awaken, gently from the warmth of spring, I’m cradled in your growth, in arms of verdant strength, from soil, from deep below your breath’s the symphonies of […]
Before you boil and burst in vicious fits and fists it starts as itching, harbingers in crawl — creatures, spiders centipedes inching foot by foot along your spine… before they […]
Work my fire, light my darkness, raise my freezing bones from ash and pyre. Boil my blood, and skin my senses, dance me sleepless. sweat me midnight dizzy wrap me […]
Deep in sleep I dream of mountains steep, with leaping streams and gleaming sheep, with tears that beam from grass and rocks. But then — what shock… I scream in […]
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