Claws in closets
“I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.” ― Joan Didion, Where I Was From Can you […]
“I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.” ― Joan Didion, Where I Was From Can you […]
When truth is treated lightly; tossed aside for looks and laughter; when gasoline is used to quench annoyance caused by factless principles the cause is lost When force of money’s […]
How can the bathroom wall be less than art? Bring your Duchamp pen, and make the paleness of its tiles a tale of more beyond what bullies did. Have you […]
“Ten dollars, not a cent more”, Joe said leaning backwards in his swivel chair; his big belly undulating as he ogled the young woman. She shook her head while reaching […]
Is your sorrow built from bricks and mortar? Does it reach towards the sky with pinnacles and turrets? Do you keep it safe behind a moat and drawbridge? Is your […]
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