War of ants
I’m from the weighted coldness of a key-chain round my neck, when all my friends had mothers waiting with a snack. I’m from dinner-tables where my father spoke alone, and […]
I’m from the weighted coldness of a key-chain round my neck, when all my friends had mothers waiting with a snack. I’m from dinner-tables where my father spoke alone, and […]
Afterwards. When only veins remain, when the bursting buds of love, the “yes” and tingling taste of flesh has faded, there is silence. Today. Fine lines of sorrow etch your […]
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