Narcissus’ Nemesis
Narcissus’ Nemesis was his alabaster skin stretched across a perfect abdomen, Cause on Instagram perfection’s not enough, collecting hearts and his marble skin can not be pierced at the main-street […]
Narcissus’ Nemesis was his alabaster skin stretched across a perfect abdomen, Cause on Instagram perfection’s not enough, collecting hearts and his marble skin can not be pierced at the main-street […]
The brushstrokes of enlightenment can be traced from earthworms’ trails, in the way the dewdrops sparkle. and in the tilt of dandelion heads. The psalms of wisdom are winds that’s […]
In greedy flames that licked the rain and sky for verdicts of another night, when dreams repeated pasts when mother’s asking why she’s sentenced and why the preacher screamed 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