Unintended vitriol – sonnet for dVerse
when whispers of the moon is quenched by hooting owls and winds fall limp into my tepid heart I feel it slowly builds like muted howls of non-articulated shredded harps […]
when whispers of the moon is quenched by hooting owls and winds fall limp into my tepid heart I feel it slowly builds like muted howls of non-articulated shredded harps […]
you conquer woods – entrap the cloudy skies with fingers stretched you carve my burning skin I open up like autumn-ripened cowpeas skive our breathing’s heavy as we yearn for […]
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 […]
a summer’s day can be a tender kiss when smiling blackbirds sing from thicket’s caves but when the chainsaw screams and timber crash this sudden death in May erase my […]
by forest tarn the little lonely girl in tears laments in bitter loneliness as silver moonshine kiss her golden curls the trees are bowing down in tenderness with bending limbs […]
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