My car broke down
My car broke down, between des Moines and heaven, there was hell upon a hill, your lonely house, I came at night for help. I came a stranger to your […]
My car broke down, between des Moines and heaven, there was hell upon a hill, your lonely house, I came at night for help. I came a stranger to your […]
The path we follow on bike to work runs very close to water. We chat a little and observe the changes in nature. Every season bring something new, there are […]
Love hurts, love, scars It burns like ice it pierces, mars impairs me, yet I pick at scabs and try, cause I still recall your warmth, the way you smiled […]
The career of dope, starts when you are seven and ends at twenty-three; C4:d into heaven; you leave the streets, escapes to promised bliss to butterfly kalashnikov yourself to martyrdom, […]
The fading started years ago, your wit that withered and in search for words. We were frustrated, but you travelled and made friends, you saw China and Galapagos, you came […]
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