Winged jealousy
Sparrow If I were you, with wingspan wide to let me leave this soil and sail on winds, and watch them from above, tethered, tied, antmen lacking visions blue enough […]
Sparrow If I were you, with wingspan wide to let me leave this soil and sail on winds, and watch them from above, tethered, tied, antmen lacking visions blue enough […]
Against the black winged sky, a sultry sun plays peek a boo with winds — the tempest temptress. You… You pull me closer, closer, to the precipice. But yet a […]
Below, he’s tethered by confusion of my walls, that beast is lost to the intricacy of labyrinths. I hold his secret and for this I’m kept imprisoned here. The seaways […]
Khalil Gibran wrote on wings “How heedless you are when you would have men fly with your wings and you cannot even give them a feather”. And for me: still […]
once there was a little sewer crocodile who dreamt that he would see the Nile a chicken’s wish to be a charcoal swan or like when Superman and gods betroth […]
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