My punctured heart – Sunday whirl
you pluck me ripe, my body’s yours invisible your finger’s grasp with routine used to settle scores and gutsy fists that make me gasp you gather lists to fill your […]
you pluck me ripe, my body’s yours invisible your finger’s grasp with routine used to settle scores and gutsy fists that make me gasp you gather lists to fill your […]
September starts as summer ends but soon the weather make amends my face is covered ‘gainst the breeze when nights kiss orange in the trees September is a time of […]
A group of knights in darkest wood To dying cries of men in pain In twilight hark the chilling drums The signal for an end of reign Compassion from the […]
Trifextra asks for 33 word using onomatopoeic, expressions. I wrote a little rhyme, using at least three words to be on the safe side (my favourite is susurrus). Spring is […]
I could not come up with a good idea to make a contuing story in Visdare this time, so instead I offer you a Villanelle, which I think is a […]
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