Nightrush
Silversnaking on its cheap reflection his gaze seeks upward thighs, delight of tender talons, eyes to rip her stockings. Rainy nights are rotting teeth seduction. tapered fingers, priestlike, locking round […]
Silversnaking on its cheap reflection his gaze seeks upward thighs, delight of tender talons, eyes to rip her stockings. Rainy nights are rotting teeth seduction. tapered fingers, priestlike, locking round […]
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