the burning of her dullness – for dVerse
a beggar with a cardboard sign on bluish blistered bending knees her eyes are dull they’ve lost their shine I’m passing by, avoid to see I cannot face her misery […]
a beggar with a cardboard sign on bluish blistered bending knees her eyes are dull they’ve lost their shine I’m passing by, avoid to see I cannot face her misery […]
once there was a little sewer crocodile who dreamt that he would see the Nile a chicken’s wish to be a charcoal swan or like when Superman and gods betroth […]
“There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends” Sylvia Plath – The Bell Jar bare knees on cobblestones examining our gutter exhibition flowing down when […]
at first you said you’d never leave we speak of cancer as we thieve but beastly few release from truth and cheat in beading to your youth become a channel […]
When germs and virus could be killed extinguished with this simple spray for cleanliness we all were thrilled not knowing there’s a price to pay when poison lakes and streams […]
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