Reverse logic
With Sun on my back I cross the street to the town-hall. My manifesto is written, I’ve pledged my loyalty to the movement. I smile at the blond gendarme; wishing […]
With Sun on my back I cross the street to the town-hall. My manifesto is written, I’ve pledged my loyalty to the movement. I smile at the blond gendarme; wishing […]
Oh the sweethearts (my patients) I helped in their dying when so gently with morphine I pushed them while crying with joy and seduction, they praised how I nursed them […]
How come that it’s always the worst lyrics that makes us sing-along? Whenever we are out travelling and start to sing along it turns out the song comes from somewhere […]
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