Breeze becomes you
Breeze becomes you as my cue to breathe: to melt; it opens shadows lulls and spills me rose-clouds; it shimmers green; it grins and sparks. … and like words we […]
Breeze becomes you as my cue to breathe: to melt; it opens shadows lulls and spills me rose-clouds; it shimmers green; it grins and sparks. … and like words we […]
My car broke down, between des Moines and heaven, there was hell upon a hill, your lonely house, I came at night for help. I came a stranger to your […]
We never hesitate, we follow you. We forge ahead until we’re dead. We never walked the narrow roads. With joyful smiles and speedily Towards the slaughterhouse we went. We are […]
this morning I woke early enough to fall asleep once again this morning the sun whispered secrets to the moon while I slept this morning I dreamt that, like the […]
I heard in birdsong from the trees Sweet singers are invisible they sang temptations to be free How could they? it’s unfeasible Sweet singers are invisible They tempt us to […]
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