The emptiness of brine
Digesting the disasters of divorce projected to the whirlwinds in your glass of Chardonnay you sipped alone, the morse of slyish slander, raindrop-rumors pass as morsels left of mother’s Sunday […]
Digesting the disasters of divorce projected to the whirlwinds in your glass of Chardonnay you sipped alone, the morse of slyish slander, raindrop-rumors pass as morsels left of mother’s Sunday […]
On roads of life where thistles grow the iron-heels of soldier’s boots are planting crosses row by row. When passing us the men in suits enjoy themselves, undress our girls. […]
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