Not owning the night
This night is on fire is one among millions, is sparkling with storm and sensations, is death and damnation, stillness and howling. This night is a night to remember, is […]
This night is on fire is one among millions, is sparkling with storm and sensations, is death and damnation, stillness and howling. This night is a night to remember, is […]
We talked of fields where poppies flew where blood had seeped into the soil, where once was ash now flowers grew, where once were trenches grass was green, and blackbirds […]
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