a shipwrecked waterway
Like counting pebbles, polished smooth – the ocean waves, are still my beating heart. As granite turns to dust, my liver-spots and blood are moonless nights. Sublime, this siege of […]
Like counting pebbles, polished smooth – the ocean waves, are still my beating heart. As granite turns to dust, my liver-spots and blood are moonless nights. Sublime, this siege of […]
tick-tock of my jaded clock tick-tock burning sofas snuff the embers tick-tock feed the starving kilns tick-tock mute the wolves employed to choke the members capture words as capsicum bitter […]
Time is red burn-rates building deficits and draining benefits when trains have gone I’m left alone. Seconds counting down my sliding loss in building debts of tasks undone. Time is […]
The following haiku by Sogi is very inspiring: abandoned house the garden taken over – butterfly home To me there is a clear narrative here, so I will try with […]
in tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc the metronome measures our infinity tic-toc-tic-toc so carefully but still in your mica eyes I see the snarling dog with yellow teeth reflected and I humbly ask for […]
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