Due process
Marge knew how to purge blood from her soiled clothes, any woman knew, but It had been messy. Had to be… Tim deserved it a million times for what he […]
Marge knew how to purge blood from her soiled clothes, any woman knew, but It had been messy. Had to be… Tim deserved it a million times for what he […]
She left for nothingness in incrementsin steps too small for us to pause, lamentuntil that day in May, it was too late,to bid farewell as shadows were herfate;and we could […]
The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite, sperhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries.― Jorge Luis Borges, The library of Babel “Until then I had thought […]
From the deepest bramble tanglethere’s a breaking as from bonesand flesh that’s torn away and mangled.Deep in fall when from the stonesthe dead unravel; claiming warmthfrom veins of living bodies, […]
Counting bodiespiece by piece:two armsa head, hands and toesand buckets of fluidmixed with soil,parts distinguishable by DNA,sorted as friend or foe, an aftermathamalgamated intoone collective of pastand passing. … and […]
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