Stalked by shadows
Shadow followed. leading us to shadowsdeeper, dancing painting dreamscapes deepercloser to our death, this draught a purple closereaper’s rattling breath; this gloom a reaper’s. Fair, was sun on those days […]
Shadow followed. leading us to shadowsdeeper, dancing painting dreamscapes deepercloser to our death, this draught a purple closereaper’s rattling breath; this gloom a reaper’s. Fair, was sun on those days […]
I listen to my shadow, spelling words of moon, a certain taste in songs, the grass beside the path we used to walk where birds were flutes and taste of […]
In the dancing shadow-play of the earthly Mother’s warming womb we wait for silence-seconds; among these limestone growing sculptures reality is shrinking with the distance to the anthill skyscrapering of […]
The shadow of your silhouette lingers, tempting, tantalizing. It could be you, among the shadow-puppets dancing on the walls of these lugubrious walls, the walls of prison, the walls of […]
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