The Spider in your past.
You see the facets of my eyes, glowing in the dark; glowing green and everseeing; silently the whisper of my slander, weaving cobweb of your past. You feel the ties […]
You see the facets of my eyes, glowing in the dark; glowing green and everseeing; silently the whisper of my slander, weaving cobweb of your past. You feel the ties […]
No prompt, just a triolet to a picture I took on a dance performance a couple of years ago. The poetry is not autobiographical. in symbiotic ties we dance entangled […]
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