What it is?
It’s not the ache nor a dutynot greednot sacrificenot possession or controlnot conditional or transactionalnot boundless in space nor in timeit can never be neglectedbut need to be nurtured neither […]
It’s not the ache nor a dutynot greednot sacrificenot possession or controlnot conditional or transactionalnot boundless in space nor in timeit can never be neglectedbut need to be nurtured neither […]
Neither stars nor the sickle moon waxingnot the tempest tearing at twilightnot even the luscious lustre of midsummer sun,but your heartbeat in step with my breaththe scent of you — […]
Neither a drought nor a floodnever battle-worn thoughtnor torn between conflicting targetsnot looking forward to the dawn of tomorrownor looking backnot skiing in the snow below a starlit skynor the […]
My love is not a butterfly or rose, she’s neither soft as silk nor summer’s breeze, no goddess ever wore such dreadful clothes and if she sings I’ll plead “Oh […]
It was never the fragrance of flowers but the bullies and the browning of leaves, decay from the odor of urine and sweat; smothered in wetness of wool — 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