Making my mask
My asylum has a garden where I sometimes walk, pretending that the soothing drugs that storm my veins are the sober bliss of sunshine on my skin, that the bruising […]
My asylum has a garden where I sometimes walk, pretending that the soothing drugs that storm my veins are the sober bliss of sunshine on my skin, that the bruising […]
We had this great idea for a new company. It would revolutionalize the way retail operates and we went ahead and started coding a solution. We developed an app together […]
Still, the sun spills summerthrough the muslin curtainsonto hardwood floors,still, I wear no shoesand with a glass of wine, I rest,relaxing to the wearywhisper of the wickerwork,to slumber still.as autumn […]
The library is eternallimitless withchambers followed by chambers,halls and corridorsand rooms within roomswith no distinguishable symmetry. From the robed librariansshuffling gently between shelves,a collective mutter can be heardfrom tirades, pleas, […]
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