Close to parting
Our slow-dance delivered uslazily, but with utmost carecloser, closerto the precipice of parting,so when you simplydelivered me a passive punch,I only felt reliefthat you gifted me goodbye,relieving me of blameto […]
Our slow-dance delivered uslazily, but with utmost carecloser, closerto the precipice of parting,so when you simplydelivered me a passive punch,I only felt reliefthat you gifted me goodbye,relieving me of blameto […]
Smothered so softly, slowly, and sadin a seemingly gentle soothing devotion,her home is a prison, a puddle an oceanperfumed with jasmine, roses, and brineconstrained by his claims: “you are mine”she […]
Embraced by boughsa clearing is his cave,a cavity of viewpoints,windows both to creedsand devastating dogma,in the forest, thoughtsfind refuge in his home; embraced by booksthe aged librarian sendsroots into the […]
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 […]
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