Recycling
Once, grandmother told me of something called “sea”. She couldn’t really describe how so much water could ever exist. How there could be storms raising waves that could swallow a […]
Once, grandmother told me of something called “sea”. She couldn’t really describe how so much water could ever exist. How there could be storms raising waves that could swallow a […]
You may think, that in the end when Scrooge had changed that all was good; when even Tiny Tim declared, “God bless Us, Every One!” we may relax … but […]
Dead — as a door-nail reflecting flicker of wildfire-glow; may we still hope that the ghosts of the Marleys might call on Scrooges to teach them that money burns better […]
Don’t tell me it’s maybe No darling, please baby You must not say no don’t go that low Come holler and yell much closer and tell in barks, boom and […]
One is laced with frost its mate besmirched in blaze; my Janus-eyed mate, my dream-wolf, wordlessly impaling my sleep. Stare-asking —she mutely peers delightfully, with deliberate intent why my pay-check […]
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