Likely in my black fedora
Likely I will dress for Halloween in rubber boots, an oilskin coat, and kid-skin gloves. Likely on my head the black fedora that shades my face from prying eyes. Likely, […]
Likely I will dress for Halloween in rubber boots, an oilskin coat, and kid-skin gloves. Likely on my head the black fedora that shades my face from prying eyes. Likely, […]
Every day I scan the mirror of my pond for telltale signs. Bubbles could be the first sign that my secret’s slipping through its shackles. “I promise, you, it’s just […]
There were caw of crows a fence around the headstone and his broken mallet overgrown with grass. A mallet argument bludgeon better than convinces, maybe silence is a question. We […]
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