Jolly Jane
Oh the sweethearts (my patients) I helped in their dying when so gently with morphine I pushed them while crying with joy and seduction, they praised how I nursed them […]
Oh the sweethearts (my patients) I helped in their dying when so gently with morphine I pushed them while crying with joy and seduction, they praised how I nursed them […]
How come that it’s always the worst lyrics that makes us sing-along? Whenever we are out travelling and start to sing along it turns out the song comes from somewhere […]
A courtesan from the streets of Beijing was tutored and cultured to sing but trying her luck she still had to f**k her teachers for making a living. In York […]
Even as the walls have crumbled, in the final days of our Atlantis, the aged librarian can breathe in company of books. He’s calm among the thought of elders. among […]
A jar of moonshine by my still the sheriff does not know the thrill of being drunk by woods in night. it lends to misery its light This is a […]
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