You can always drown again
You stand there barefaced with your mica eyes, your hair a mess, you’re bored in aftermath of wasted wildness; your fingers claw for hypodermic bliss. Your lips in avarice sandpaper […]
You stand there barefaced with your mica eyes, your hair a mess, you’re bored in aftermath of wasted wildness; your fingers claw for hypodermic bliss. Your lips in avarice sandpaper […]
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