Sweet lie
Life is being squeezed between a birthstone and a headstone, a cul-de-sac ending in abyss. Life is being stuck, to be running in a treadmill. But if you quack me […]
Life is being squeezed between a birthstone and a headstone, a cul-de-sac ending in abyss. Life is being stuck, to be running in a treadmill. But if you quack me […]
Awhaped and betrumped we’re stumped for words; as war & fury can be waged in only hundred forty letters Cause when quacksalver and coney-catch can match the facts of science […]
Our silence thrives when shame and shamed is answer and response to forbidden groping hands from men of power. Linking a Shadorma for dVerse OLN. Wanted it short and sharp […]
I don’t need anything really. Certainly not cutlery. But I watch them eating and their forks are tantalizing. The man drinks ale — good — that will make him sluggish. […]
When critters claw and cry at midnight; moans for me. I’m tethered tight; I tremble for delight of daring devils, and zesty zombies zucking In vain a vampire veins me, […]
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