Letting silence rule
The rain that day…an open wound — bleedingin ferocious silence. We imagined Kyiev,a widow raped,until the tanks ran out of gas. Three years later,by treasonthe tanks may move again. Why […]
The rain that day…an open wound — bleedingin ferocious silence. We imagined Kyiev,a widow raped,until the tanks ran out of gas. Three years later,by treasonthe tanks may move again. Why […]
If we make it through Decemberthrough the blackouts from a failingpower grid, through bombardmentsand the drinking water trappedunder ice, when we can forgetthe scavengers,the neighbor-lootersthe pilfering rapiststhe hounds of winter,the […]
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –That perches in the soul – Emily Dickinson Feathered we flyfor the sun kissing the sunflower fieldsfor years of the future soothing the woundsfor […]
If democracy is just the rock like Sysiphos we try to block it balanced on the mountain-top We require strength to make it stop from rolling deep into the fate […]
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