When death came to town
When Death come to town she claimed our flesh by selling us dust; whiter than pale as the twilight her poisonous kiss of nuclear mushrooms and alpha-decay. When Death came […]
When Death come to town she claimed our flesh by selling us dust; whiter than pale as the twilight her poisonous kiss of nuclear mushrooms and alpha-decay. When Death came […]
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