They say California is where fools go to find their dreams and dreamers go to find their fool. Henrietta was neither fool nor dreamer yet she found herself stepping off the plane in LAX. “Father forgive me for I have sinned. But not my will but thine,” she thought as she walked out of theContinue reading “Soft Explosion”
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Not The One Marrying You
I had a friend or so I thought Well more than a friend if I were true If I had been true to that what she sought She wanted more, that I knew It wasn’t something I was told Not in words at least The games of love are often old The feelings of oneContinue reading “Not The One Marrying You”
Am I OverExposed?
There’s something about being over exposedThat changes perceptionThe way others see you and the way you see yourselfEven in the plainest of thingsYou see them differently When they are laid out too long in the sunThe light shining too bright, too long upon the eyeA field of simple cattails, browned by the passage of timeTheirContinue reading “Am I OverExposed?”
Travelers Through Nothingness
Space, empty and blackTravelers through nothingnessDeath is a journey The plush faux leather chair made noise with every movement. They didn’t understand his fascination. They being everyone. He even had the smell of leather imparted into the fabric. Dead cow. He remembered the words said in disgust, almost like a slur, from the ambassador’s interpreterContinue reading “Travelers Through Nothingness”
Winter or Spring
Imaginary/Lines that make borders seem realCommunication“So what did it say? More winter or early spring?”“Which one?”“What do you mean which one? The little rodent in the ground. Pops out, sees his shadow, boom, more snow or doesn’t and bam, sunshine and flowers. The groundhog.”“Yes but which groundhog? The Canadian or the American?”“What do I careContinue reading “Winter or Spring”
Christmas Holiday Stories & Poems 2025
Stories Poems A Taste of Stew A collection of poems from seductive and spicy to thoughtful and observant. 39 of the best poems from the AuthorStew blog and scattered across the Internet are gathered in this collection. There is sure to be something within this collection that will delight you.
Granites and Schists
“Behold! The granites and schists of my dark and stubborn country,” said Igor, looking out of the window at the crowd below. I looked at Svetlana. “The people are dumb as rocks,” she explained. She rolled her eyes and slumped onto the couch. “And twice as stubborn!” yelled Igor, turning away from the window, “TheyContinue reading “Granites and Schists”
Time Moves On
Like the butterflyOr the falling leaves of fallThe passage of timeI knew that it was time to say goodbye. Not that I wanted to go. Or honestly needed to, though if you talked to my dad he would have said I needed to go 5 minutes out of the womb. Haha. He likes to jokeContinue reading “Time Moves On”
Winter Snows
“You can’t go out like that,” yelled Rebecca from the doorway as I was heading out. It was late fall. The air had turned crisp and the leaves began their descent to cover lawns, roadways and forest floors. “I shalln’t be gone long.” “Shalln’t? Going on an adventure Mr. Frodo?” she said mockingly. I justContinue reading “Winter Snows”
White Color Motif
The easy thing to do would be to use red. I’ve done it before. Hot and fiery. The color of blood, bleeding on the page. Red in its many hues pink as a blush or the dark burgundy of spilled wine.But no. How about blue? Such a poet’s color. Blues beat down from the avenue,Continue reading “White Color Motif”
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