First day
Waking up with the memory of fireworks, my thoughts go to the troubled year stretching before us. So many days when matters may turn from bad to worse, so many […]
Waking up with the memory of fireworks, my thoughts go to the troubled year stretching before us. So many days when matters may turn from bad to worse, so many […]
Making meatballs yourself is not very hardhalf of the meat should be pork for the lardand half should be beef, both ground up wellfive hundred grams total, that’s all I […]
A penguin, a partridge, a sweet kangaroohad nothing with no one at Christmas to dothe met at a bar drinking bourbon with cokebut after a few the partridge was brokethe […]
Winter-dusk, aglowtangerine yawnspilling on snowcovering lawns: in windows againcandles are litshowing the laneswhom it befit finding our homecomforting kissafter we’ve roamedrecover what’s missed Fragrance of snowindefinable, knownbut still it’s howtogether […]
Deep in Decemberclose to the edgeof the darkest dayand endless nights, remember, my friend,remember one single candlecan not be ignored, as a lighthouse, a beaconit leads you back homethrough winterthrough […]
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