False Idol
Edmond walked for miles through the mud to reach the store. He’d heard a rumor of midnight-deliveries of Spam and Toilet-Paper. It had been raining for a fortnight which had […]
Edmond walked for miles through the mud to reach the store. He’d heard a rumor of midnight-deliveries of Spam and Toilet-Paper. It had been raining for a fortnight which had […]
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