Carpe Diem Haiku – Yggdrasil
The battlefields are filled with tanks, and chimneys from the factories spew out its soot. Generals order our authors to praise the progress of the state. Passively we watch song […]
The battlefields are filled with tanks, and chimneys from the factories spew out its soot. Generals order our authors to praise the progress of the state. Passively we watch song […]
There are things we kept secret after the war The things that could hurt, we hid and concealed. as culprits escaped, we’re closing the door for ever their crimes will […]
my hope’s like rust on padlocked doors as poems wear resistance down but then we’re trading peace for wars my hope were rust on padlocked doors when whitewashed lying settles […]
In boldest headlines see a coming war like charcoal spilled on snow, this war the pride of nations on our heroes lie I see those eyes that burn for coming […]
The poppies flew on Flanders fields see ghosts of soldiers prancing once sacrificed like guinea pigs for national financing their spirits flew on gossamer like butterflies were dancing the sickly […]
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