Of thunderstorm and tears
You mask penumbrain a voice — lacedwith bitter taste ofpending thunderstorms. I try to whisper words of greenand honeysuckle songsto sooth your mind as electric scents increasebloom and buildyou explode […]
You mask penumbrain a voice — lacedwith bitter taste ofpending thunderstorms. I try to whisper words of greenand honeysuckle songsto sooth your mind as electric scents increasebloom and buildyou explode […]
You dress in nectar,in the scentof symphonies,a melody for stringssolo violinand a base of drumsat night the single fluteat dawn the woodwinds blowset in major Cwith minor variationson the cembalowhen […]
Your voice tastes saffron, cardamom and green, as you whisper secrets in your sleep. I dreamed of strawberries but at the break of dawn your eyes were symphonies, a taste […]
O silent moon, divine, when velvet gowns are shed, your silver slips through fingertips of frozen branches while from the deeper downs, perfumed, a song of dryads cling; their lips […]
I listen to my shadow, spelling words of moon, a certain taste in songs, the grass beside the path we used to walk where birds were flutes and taste of […]
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