Conformance
Whispered you, my fertile spit spearhead in the dead of night, you’re Cthulhu tongued, tied to ember sighs; yet my fingers seek the avocado of your flesh. We’ve built this […]
Whispered you, my fertile spit spearhead in the dead of night, you’re Cthulhu tongued, tied to ember sighs; yet my fingers seek the avocado of your flesh. We’ve built this […]
Today I befriended a cloud; we sat by the sea and discussed what lawmakers lack: the distress you can see as ash in their eyes. The cloud told me of […]
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