The wishful thoughts of Gordon Pym – a sonnet
Your porcelain habit left with visions split between the wishful thoughts of Gordon Pym and pimple scars that leave precision pits Now drink to fortunes of the gorgons grim Then […]
Your porcelain habit left with visions split between the wishful thoughts of Gordon Pym and pimple scars that leave precision pits Now drink to fortunes of the gorgons grim Then […]
Our dashboard Jesus cackle vividly unscrewing bottled geyser-tears champagne as B2 bombers cry shamefacedly we burn the angel’s wings in peace campaigns bereft of dignity the horse-faced man release ignition […]
she laughs insanely at those urgent needs and smile at dying pigeons from the north her mate composed reports of serpent’s death with fingertips that fluttered from remorse she’s stuck […]
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