Left by the tiger
In my childhood I was a fervent worshipper of the tiger — tipsy from its raging scent, knifesharp, jungle-supple; I was shadowed by its fearful symmetry, teeth and paws; But […]
In my childhood I was a fervent worshipper of the tiger — tipsy from its raging scent, knifesharp, jungle-supple; I was shadowed by its fearful symmetry, teeth and paws; But […]
Marble of the tiger’s eye iridescent and dense. anticipating rain. I’m nauseated by its claws the waiting for retracted footprints in the mud. A sigh at dusk: my song is […]
In tears that germinate in ice-cold wine you sought my mistress in the shadow’s dance a demon born from absence and decline of constant confirmations of romance. When kisses were […]
Shiba Sonome composed the following haiku: some blossoms there are that nobody sees— an oak deep in the woods To me this works as a symbol of might that we […]
I write my letters as I can my paws, though strong, lack the finesse expressing my disgust for plans that me, and our habitat oppress You say my strength is […]
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