Clearing out the cobwebs
Alone again. Yesterday his youngest son had married. His son belonged but Muhammad had been too preoccupied with family to grow his own roots. His suburban apartment echoed with Yasmin’s […]
Alone again. Yesterday his youngest son had married. His son belonged but Muhammad had been too preoccupied with family to grow his own roots. His suburban apartment echoed with Yasmin’s […]
How did the moon feel when it was left alone in darkness to radiate the faded lights that spilled from day to night? Did it feel betrayed or dazzled by […]
Do acorns have the sense to know the way to best become an oak? Do horses know how infinity can be traveled or reversed again? Do the butterfly mourn a […]
My words are mountains, surfs and breakers. There are days they hesitate and snake like silver rivulets in spring, at other times they foam, cascading with the force of summer […]
Romeo: Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare Love is rage and […]
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