Immigration dreams
For many generations her copper gown had signalled hope for immigrants. After days at sea, suffering from rotten food, seasickness and scurvy this sight was the start of an American […]
For many generations her copper gown had signalled hope for immigrants. After days at sea, suffering from rotten food, seasickness and scurvy this sight was the start of an American […]
The score was set in lento major A for a woodwind forest, mountain brass and river timpani, But through the second movement chainsaws, dynamite and profits fortified arrangements into minor […]
Each day, a journey lacking purpose, still envied footsteps washed with wordless waves. The sea looks different when dressed in grey. Cajoled, the pine-tree sentinel clings boldly onto cliffs. Pilgrim, […]
Vanishing enlightenment, when skin is traded for immediacy of Instagram appreciation, as teens collect emoticons, enslave themselves, exchanged in viral chains, and for another hundred likes they sell their seventh […]
Perched on Odin’s shoulder Muninn sits repeating stories from the past: from when his brother Huginn still foresaw a future bright to pave our path. When thought’s not longer seen […]
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