Tethered, snared and chained
She’s been tethered, snared and chained, to her path. She knows that diamonds aren’t a girl’s best friend if stuck with gold. But still she smiles at him, wrapped in […]
She’s been tethered, snared and chained, to her path. She knows that diamonds aren’t a girl’s best friend if stuck with gold. But still she smiles at him, wrapped in […]
If I shut my eyes I still see their white dresses. I can still smell the the freshly baked cakes, the coffee and the lilacs in bloom. I was only […]
A middle-aged man and his trophy-wife: “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood”, “What?, these are mountains Robert, there’s no wood for miles”. “And sorry, I could not travel both”. […]
Why do they come?, you ask. Our scientists never could explain the green flashes in the sky. “Meteors”, said one “Aurora Borealis” another claimed. But I have studied them for […]
Ada walked into the study where Mr Babbage was waiting. “You called for me Lady Lovelace”, “Yes, I read about your Analytical Engine and had an idea”, She went to […]
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