The roads ahead
Gangrene and lost limbs were their price to fame, but they had done what none would do again. Maurice sighed, leaning back in the train sofa. He knew what was […]
Gangrene and lost limbs were their price to fame, but they had done what none would do again. Maurice sighed, leaning back in the train sofa. He knew what was […]
next to my footprint the empty shell of a hermit crab – Ah! what a sadness (c) Chèvrefeuille (2012) and I respond with by the footpath ramshackle dwelling for sale […]
New and minty candy tart, it’s you the ace of temple samples the ace that banks and understands trample – fire’s been too long – trample This pee-stamina – of […]
Inspiration: new moon she, our moon will grow again a new life cycle © Chèvrefeuille (2012) And I write gently smiling crescent moon bids welcome – a child is born […]
burning flame he feels its gentile touch visiting her grave “I am the flame and I am the dry bush, and one part of me consumes the other part” (Khalil […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly