Moonlight skis
When I remember father it’s mostly his vicious temper, when the weight of the world ready to cause an outburst, his fits of rage in front of the television. His […]
When I remember father it’s mostly his vicious temper, when the weight of the world ready to cause an outburst, his fits of rage in front of the television. His […]
You were my darkness, voids between explosions warmth of marbled flesh, blood in crosshaired wait. Our limbs were floods, a merge of tributaries, trickled beads on skin our wont. Our […]
Touched by able voices rationed prospects, aspects negotiating suspect matters drafted paperworks liquidated damages yet unpaid. Left to choices worked with hunger (meant) I’m nourished le(a)d befriending gravity afterwards. From […]
Between its ticking motion and the stay your wailing lingers were resentment sits in pretentious sports arenas; this display. of pompous yelp with fabricated wits a politician gag in schadenfreude […]
“A femur you say?” Detective Constable took up his notebook, raised his left eyebrow scrutinizing the old drunkard. Through smell of pee and booze, Constable could distinguish a sweet scent […]
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