The hidden words – for dVerse
With bleeding fingers in the freezing soil I hide the treasures of the words I said with lies I poured on stormy waves like oil to cool the warming arrows […]
With bleeding fingers in the freezing soil I hide the treasures of the words I said with lies I poured on stormy waves like oil to cool the warming arrows […]
When fingerlings invade the brackish swell and centipedes are crawling deep inside the caves where asphodel and spiders dwell. Their sheen of malachite will coincide with cthulhu tentacles that suck […]
I see those striving winter canopies they’re clawing upwards into waning lights and sway in that wintry misantropy but down beneath we wait for spring delights when sun kissed leaves […]
I wrap my arms around in vain her eyes and soul’s among the stars I’m earthbound, left behind in pain Invisible – the ice that bars togetherness’ forever gone my […]
The peace you want is never free you say that you want what’s right but are you ready for the fee? With guns at hand you want to fight but […]
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