You were a rivulet
Once you were a rivulet, cascading glittered independence, free, before desire, hormoned, bedsheets gravity turned you stagnant skin on skin, entrapped in bogs of merging tributaries, you are mired trapped […]
Once you were a rivulet, cascading glittered independence, free, before desire, hormoned, bedsheets gravity turned you stagnant skin on skin, entrapped in bogs of merging tributaries, you are mired trapped […]
I’m puppet-danced by vicious winds in singe of strings, I jerk when pulled by slander and the truths untold of passions and with whom you’re twined. When once before your […]
Twigs and saplings grow to trees and pebbles in my shoe turn into boulders The itch you scratch too long will leave a bloodstain on my sheet. Slandered words in […]
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