his siren’s singing
with arms like rattlesnakes she captivates and snares in ambrosia-enchanting melodies of icicles and grave-lights lit as his syringe siren’s singing just for him the stars above are sunlit dust […]
with arms like rattlesnakes she captivates and snares in ambrosia-enchanting melodies of icicles and grave-lights lit as his syringe siren’s singing just for him the stars above are sunlit dust […]
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