Summer sibilance
After summer solstice nothing moves — as inexhale of duskthe mock-orange scent exhaustseven the summer sibilance of two cantankerouscrows slowly falling asleep. Today I host at Open Link Night at […]
After summer solstice nothing moves — as inexhale of duskthe mock-orange scent exhaustseven the summer sibilance of two cantankerouscrows slowly falling asleep. Today I host at Open Link Night at […]
The scent of leaves is green, while my face covers with droplets from rain so light it feels like second skin. We walk down to the lake and peek beneath […]
In summer solstice nights are short at dusk it’s almost dawn we’re dancing barefoot in the woods and almost never yawn but soon in August comes the moon when goods […]
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