What is the wind?
When I met her barely awake in her wheelchair — she asked me: “What is the wind?” I looked at her hands and noticed how small they’ve become — Once […]
When I met her barely awake in her wheelchair — she asked me: “What is the wind?” I looked at her hands and noticed how small they’ve become — Once […]
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here today for me to give you evidence of myths being true.” The room went silent, and McLie savoured the moment, polishing his pince-nez. […]
Treat every book with care, between its pages rests: a universe a sacred crypt a piece of you and everyone a place to meet or be alone. Enter every book […]
Every path starts at our front door. After less than two kilometers we have left the gardens and houses behind. An occasional jogger might pass us and we note that […]
Not from rain — our numbness, peppermint blues, in hues of Burgundy staining your blouse the mock-orange choke us with incense as this evening of summer reeks in bliss. Written […]
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