Closing time
After closing we waited; drunk from liquor and longing my hands on your bum. The two-AM-streets were empty, silently walking, Was this another dead-end or a brand new beginning? Were […]
After closing we waited; drunk from liquor and longing my hands on your bum. The two-AM-streets were empty, silently walking, Was this another dead-end or a brand new beginning? Were […]
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