What happened to the compromise?
Senseless scimitars of shadowed words Is it always black or white? He pander hate for highest bidder Politics consists of brandished swords Is it always black or white? what happened […]
Senseless scimitars of shadowed words Is it always black or white? He pander hate for highest bidder Politics consists of brandished swords Is it always black or white? what happened […]
Syllables are clinging to his lips Words slither through the air and bury burdens hide the lies and simplify. His speech diverges from the truth and dribble drops of soup […]
When anecdotal evidence replace a minimum pretence of sense; when antidotes for being led astray into a gut reaction of revenge are censored, hijacked by the industry of making news.com […]
We are passive as our leaders gerrymander; we are powerless, concussed to torpor; we are given gold pietás as reminders, that we are sappers, we are the lame supporters; and […]
We always feel protected from the grey beyond, from wisps of mist that eat at flesh, from curiosity of greener grass. It’s all a lie – you tell us so. […]
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