Curse upon your night
Damn you Philistines, woe you harlots of Gomorrah, you kings and queens of sharp sodomic salt. I wish upon you flocks of rabid locusts nesting in your hair. I send […]
Damn you Philistines, woe you harlots of Gomorrah, you kings and queens of sharp sodomic salt. I wish upon you flocks of rabid locusts nesting in your hair. I send […]
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