Payrise
His gaze too low beading necklace, trickle-sweat between my breast. My voice reflected, percentages are bouncing on his wolfish grin a “No”. My arguments lie spilled, unheard. Pressure cooker-giggling not […]
His gaze too low beading necklace, trickle-sweat between my breast. My voice reflected, percentages are bouncing on his wolfish grin a “No”. My arguments lie spilled, unheard. Pressure cooker-giggling not […]
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