A major change – for Friday Fictioneers
Allen only knew the black keys; he always thought his blood was black as ink and his veins could only pulse to the moody beat of blues. The dappled sunshine […]
Allen only knew the black keys; he always thought his blood was black as ink and his veins could only pulse to the moody beat of blues. The dappled sunshine […]
a beggar with a cardboard sign on bluish blistered bending knees her eyes are dull they’ve lost their shine I’m passing by, avoid to see I cannot face her misery […]
cardboard boxes – the beggar’s castle under neon lights Linked to Carpe Diem October 6, 2014
The autumn rain beat his back relentlessly as he went to work again; the concrete had lost all its petrichor; instead the air was filled with decay of falling leaves. […]
We are passive as our leaders gerrymander; we are powerless, concussed to torpor; we are given gold pietás as reminders, that we are sappers, we are the lame supporters; and […]
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