When plastic people say we’re dead
I taste the chaos in our bread a shared disaster – but it’s mine when plastic people say we’re dead your alabaster skin will shine we’re flying higher altitudes in […]
I taste the chaos in our bread a shared disaster – but it’s mine when plastic people say we’re dead your alabaster skin will shine we’re flying higher altitudes in […]
When switch-blades shine in a moon-lit back-alley, you know you’re not alone. Linked to Carpe Diem — May 18, 2014
the number of the beast is 666 its terror rules diseases of our battlefields that weigh humanity with sooty bricks when everyone to vain and hate will yield and find […]
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