Just before a-quiver
Night’s a silent river, candle-clocks are hands unlocking cabinets. to all anticipated secrets; time’s a canopy a-quiver. teardrop leaves a-falling and below a staircase still in- definite: night’s an island; […]
Night’s a silent river, candle-clocks are hands unlocking cabinets. to all anticipated secrets; time’s a canopy a-quiver. teardrop leaves a-falling and below a staircase still in- definite: night’s an island; […]
The raindrop gently falls but once it’s caught in leaves and grass, his tethered fears, a hymn for spring has faded when the bloom has got its sip, he waits […]
Fingernails are cutting burning pain inside my palm; acid bubbling; rumble; maiming mind with loneliness. deluge me breathing deep finding solace seeking solitude in ways that clouds are forming raining […]
like battling kites – tears and graying tresses his smile is lost Linked to Carpe Diem — October 25, 2014
“All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle.” (Francis of Assisi) a crying child – melts its mother’s heart on a noisy street Linked […]
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