It had to be pink – Friday Fictioneers
Pink was always your choice, and we argued about it many times. Now I realize it was the sore thumb that made paradise perfect. When I close my eyes I […]
Pink was always your choice, and we argued about it many times. Now I realize it was the sore thumb that made paradise perfect. When I close my eyes I […]
Our train ride is about crossing borders. Borders between continents and regions, but also our inner borders. Sometimes these crossing coincide, maybe it’s the interruption of a simple sign that […]
as conversations turns to poison snakes and dagger whispers cutting piece by piece when claws of slander ripping hearts in ache are hateful words ‘n acceptable caprice? as reputations die […]
Conversations meander like the many small rivers and brooks we pass. All of the sudden I feel that you have left, as your thoughts have carried you through many doors […]
With hurried clicks from her stiletto heels she rushes home to celebrate success and filling up the emptiness she feels when drunk on crimson wine she finds her bliss She […]
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