Moonless missiles
The night is moonless moaning with a thirst of shadows bruised by hunger of your warm thighs a promise of venom burning on my skin. I know the coordinates of […]
The night is moonless moaning with a thirst of shadows bruised by hunger of your warm thighs a promise of venom burning on my skin. I know the coordinates of […]
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