She keeps her roses in a treasure chest
She seeks the roses of a faded youth and saves them deep inside her treasure chest its wheels could play a madrigal of truth but all she hears is sunshine […]
She seeks the roses of a faded youth and saves them deep inside her treasure chest its wheels could play a madrigal of truth but all she hears is sunshine […]
the specter of my sins keeps me awake I shut my eyes and hear the things I did repeating – looping all today’s mistakes the phantom of neglect my sleep […]
Friday Fictioneers is once again inspiring me to write a sonnet. On the technical side this time I have used Terza Rima rhyme scheme. Friday Fictioneers gather at the end […]
Is freedom something that we truly want? to do the tough selections for ourselves should you for others then be nonchalant? and let their wishes be, and kill their health […]
O lord of darkness hear my loud lament as dark and faithful servant to the cause I thoroughly despise this blazing light O lord of darkness I disobeyed your laws […]
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