The koi is floating belly up
When summer’s sky is ripe with pungent crows in pull of henchmen’s ropes and for your whims I paint our world in blue; your voice, a noose around my neck, […]
When summer’s sky is ripe with pungent crows in pull of henchmen’s ropes and for your whims I paint our world in blue; your voice, a noose around my neck, […]
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 […]
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