Better than on Snot
“No, no I don’t hate them, they are just very shallow,” said lieutenant Snyak, licking her exquisite middle eyebrow in place. “Ha… indeed. I asked one, what he worshipped… guess […]
“No, no I don’t hate them, they are just very shallow,” said lieutenant Snyak, licking her exquisite middle eyebrow in place. “Ha… indeed. I asked one, what he worshipped… guess […]
The beauty of rust is not in its color and not in the the view of the horizon left free and unharmed. The beauty of rust is not in its […]
What if I treated every moment as a crossroad to another’s life? Do I really know the pots of gold I’ve missed when I’ve kept walking straight ahead? What if, […]
I never blamed it on the rain that day, my sorrow never grew from hail or clouds, I dwelled in shadows when you brought the light, You brought me laughter, […]
Little Hoodie searched the concrete jungle for her pimp and dealer — Mister Wolf. She turned some tricks on sleazy johns, but what she needed most (a fix), she knew […]
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