A small installment
Perfumed with myrrh and gum-diseased her smile that upward turned her plum-like lips, she waited with a smirk that never touched her blood-stained eyes. The left part of her face […]
Perfumed with myrrh and gum-diseased her smile that upward turned her plum-like lips, she waited with a smirk that never touched her blood-stained eyes. The left part of her face […]
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