Another dream
I’m a beetle in a city’s underbelly; unknown to me.. Behind me echoes. Footsteps, heavy, kissed with limp. Ahead an eerie shimmer blinds; is it hope or corpse-light? My breath […]
I’m a beetle in a city’s underbelly; unknown to me.. Behind me echoes. Footsteps, heavy, kissed with limp. Ahead an eerie shimmer blinds; is it hope or corpse-light? My breath […]
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