On Lucifer’s slipstream
X-rayed by your razor eyes, bass-beat baseline, glockenspieled, curse me blind with whimpered cries. I bend before you girl, raw and tender, peeled I feel you, come and hang with […]
X-rayed by your razor eyes, bass-beat baseline, glockenspieled, curse me blind with whimpered cries. I bend before you girl, raw and tender, peeled I feel you, come and hang with […]
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