Monday Mourning
Sing me a hymn for the weekend just passed, Sing me a blues for the mourning of Mondays, for dusk and rain in October Sing me a dirge, for the […]
Sing me a hymn for the weekend just passed, Sing me a blues for the mourning of Mondays, for dusk and rain in October Sing me a dirge, for the […]
The final night before she left; before I knew, how thin the ice can be; I had no clue about her treason-theft; safe and sound I slept. Awoke alone, I […]
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