Returning to market
Come sweetheart, come look at my lemons pay if you may with your pumpkins and smiles because only for you I’ll be clement, you are the honey to sweeten my […]
Come sweetheart, come look at my lemons pay if you may with your pumpkins and smiles because only for you I’ll be clement, you are the honey to sweeten my […]
The twitter trolls implode from facts, but grow in darkness and in dearth of tact without attention they will soon deflate, and melt like butter if you lack their hate. […]
Wave my wand, to play him tricks, wither prick and make him sick. Let him puke and spook him stiff, Wave my wand, my heart is black Then burn his […]
You promised me love You gave me your word You left me alone And left like a bird. Thou returned too late My senses grown cold Suspicions in heart I’m […]
On roads of life where thistles grow the iron-heels of soldier’s boots are planting crosses row by row. When passing us the men in suits enjoy themselves, undress our girls. […]
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