Printed matter matters – For Friday Fictioneers
They had told me that the truth was relative. That information had to be standardized, distributed, updated and controlled. They told me that staticness of printed words was causing all […]
They had told me that the truth was relative. That information had to be standardized, distributed, updated and controlled. They told me that staticness of printed words was causing all […]
To start a compost means to integrate yourself into the cycle of life, the reward is bountiful from flowers and vegetables. But where would my compost be without the earthworms? […]
the cobblestones are wet from rain when suddenly staccato of stiletto heels a glimpse of garter tantalize as do the whiteness of her moonlit breast in confidence she leaves her […]
Kitao wrote when the peonies bloomed, it seemed as though there were no flowers around them First the first line makes me think of loss, the peonies are not blooming […]
“I’d give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life’s decay, To be once more a little child for one bright summer day.” ― Lewis Carroll […]
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