It’s more real than a reality show
I’m more an episode, a past of tense; sedated I am moribund, too slight to fend myself from grips of claws and waves of nausea. Reduced I’m just a passage […]
I’m more an episode, a past of tense; sedated I am moribund, too slight to fend myself from grips of claws and waves of nausea. Reduced I’m just a passage […]
Just a few weeks ago, before October came to an end, we decided to visit Skogskyrkogården. Built in the first part of the twentieth century, this graveyard south of Stockholm […]
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