Night is for the beasts
heaven’s turned to black darkness fell with blood opened graves are bad midnight; toll of bells zombies crave for brains footfalls follow boy stupid to be brave night is for […]
heaven’s turned to black darkness fell with blood opened graves are bad midnight; toll of bells zombies crave for brains footfalls follow boy stupid to be brave night is for […]
My need is moon: the way it silvers nape, your neck with veins pulsating, waiting as the paleness of my hands, as snakes are reaching; I’m a shadow; more a […]
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