The mountain’s lament – For Friday Fictioneers
Sometimes I can still feel the acrid smell of burning flesh, and see the flames of God’s terrible wrath. I saw what happened on the day of desolation and heard […]
Sometimes I can still feel the acrid smell of burning flesh, and see the flames of God’s terrible wrath. I saw what happened on the day of desolation and heard […]
the grass bend in opposite direction – turning winds Linked to Carpe Diem — March 4, 2014
Through school I was so silent shy and inbound avoided center stage and blushed easily. But! I made a resolution – change and occupy my voids at university. First week, […]
A pilgrimage is very much like the formation of a river. High up in the mountains where everlasting snow melts in the summer sun, very much like a thought is […]
This bad-ass double crossing type six-shooter mercy-less assault it fueled this trigger easy snipe I guess it caged his list of faults This week I tried to make the wordle […]
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