Remember those – Rondeau for Trifecta
Remember those where poppies flew on Flanders fields – a horrid view now grass is green despite the blood that once was seeping through the mud from heated rifle’s deathly […]
Remember those where poppies flew on Flanders fields – a horrid view now grass is green despite the blood that once was seeping through the mud from heated rifle’s deathly […]
Oh hear my god of small and lesser things to slum and poverty she joy will bring in rain – a corrugated roof that shields and then some ripe tomatoes […]
the specter of my sins keeps me awake I shut my eyes and hear the things I did repeating – looping all today’s mistakes the phantom of neglect my sleep […]
He wondered who had eaten out of the cat’s litter box — with his mouth. Vague memories from last night flashed on his retina. It had been a bacchanal for […]
Tenderly I touch your cool glass as I feel the weight of broken souls, disintegrated families and suicides, and making the rich even richer. Communicate my utter nonsense. – I […]
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