Towards the slaughterhouse
We never hesitated, followed you. We forged ahead until the end. We never walked on narrow roads. With joyful eyes and speedily towards the slaughterhouse we went. We are the […]
We never hesitated, followed you. We forged ahead until the end. We never walked on narrow roads. With joyful eyes and speedily towards the slaughterhouse we went. We are the […]
Yesterday, I met the moon as she was shopping for skin-care products in our local Walmart. Her cart was heavy filled with plus size clothing marked for sale. She still […]
Was there a glint of moonlight in your eyes? a tender silver spilled as tears from heaven; you that night of early August, when we left to build a future […]
What matters can be more (or both) than what’s black or white, or even words that fit in single tweets. There are hollows in the shallow depression, depths more measured […]
To find yourself exposed to lightning, in the mountains when even fathers panic. I was ten I think, and didn’t care; I had to soak, puddled wet through clothes. You […]
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