Atropine eyes
The sunshine of spring are like bullets bombarding my atropine eyes. Not like before the lullaby waves of the light brushing my shore, No longer it harbingers spring and the […]
The sunshine of spring are like bullets bombarding my atropine eyes. Not like before the lullaby waves of the light brushing my shore, No longer it harbingers spring and the […]
It’s the vertigo right at the summit that teaches you it’s the rappelling that’s killing more than the actual climbing. Brendan prompts on the penultimate part of a journey at […]
My boogieman had breath of diseases, bubonic and crimson it’s creeping on food and in houses. I feared the tiptoeing sound were from lice or my coughing was TB. I […]
“Before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes. After that who cares? He’s a mile away and you’ve got his shoes!” ― Billy Connolly To brag of […]
A courtesan from the streets of Beijing was tutored and cultured to sing but trying her luck she still had to f**k her teachers for making a living. In York […]
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