Lure of the lady
The pale lady sings with nightshady voice of lethe and less as slowly you sink in her marble embrace. The pale lady stings with syringe and blood as slowly you […]
The pale lady sings with nightshady voice of lethe and less as slowly you sink in her marble embrace. The pale lady stings with syringe and blood as slowly you […]
Don’t blame the night for darkness or the rattling bones; it’s not from dusk your blood is shed not from shadows that your ache is born. this blackness didn’t cause […]
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