Coloring outside the lines
Necklaced words, stringed to sense of sentenced tense, pretense and lies: a beaded noose. I overdosed on rules — ignored advice vis-a-vis what’s wise and unveiled my vice, I enjoyed […]
Necklaced words, stringed to sense of sentenced tense, pretense and lies: a beaded noose. I overdosed on rules — ignored advice vis-a-vis what’s wise and unveiled my vice, I enjoyed […]
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush I. Unskeined, the goose leaves the sky unplowed to pick my seeds for food. II. Uncommitted crow caws waiting […]
Stare-freed stir-fed pony- tailed (told) in id- led linge- red robin’s gli- ded, gilded songs. Straight blacked thistled dead & casketed. For Shawna’s thistle — February 23, 2016
The yellow in the blue remembers-not the knot inside the fight and nots. it’s never not forget-me-knots. Let’s slip on fingertips what dwells in letters spelled on vellum petals loves-me-not. […]
Knits are not felt quite like pelt Domesticated fabric softened emperor, regally impressing yet yearns for dreadlocks lost & waterlogged existence on meadow grass Today Margret let us be […]
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