How to choose a destiny
We were the sea and soil, the withered green We were the burning ice and blazing night. But we were crushed by weight of dawn. We were the fragrant rose, […]
We were the sea and soil, the withered green We were the burning ice and blazing night. But we were crushed by weight of dawn. We were the fragrant rose, […]
“It must be filled with grain”, Ian’s eyes burned with hunger, a finger resting on the trigger of their only AK-47. “It’s all ours now”, his gaze met Sara’s. Sara […]
When the riptide comes you are the force of moon p-u-l-l-i-n-g water & draining estuaries, leaving in its wake a smell of seaweed. “Why did you leave the water running?” […]
Go son, go down to the water And see the women weeping there Then go up into the mountains The men, they are weeping too The desert wind is full […]
With constellations fading smothered smoothly as my whiteness whispers brittle binaries and forgotten scripts once programmed in my genomes. But since the mainframe tells me that I’m dead. my veins […]
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