Mother Brightbeam
I am the first you seeborn from beamsa mother sentto guide you throughboth joys and choresand though I am the lastto fade, to leave;my sister raise to mirror meand lead […]
I am the first you seeborn from beamsa mother sentto guide you throughboth joys and choresand though I am the lastto fade, to leave;my sister raise to mirror meand lead […]
Sweet moon dancer and the meal creator Our garden’s friend, and diamond bearer, lullaby singer honey whisperer Our decision maker and unpaid laborer. The butterfly charmer and home’s defender. Today […]
A death in plenitude and joy a trip through colors into grey you go from bashful, turning coy as night take over from the day A silence under shining stars […]
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