Too late to learn
Back-alley left to dumpsters, syringes and rats. Entering, Jed had been in a world of hitting first and leaving fast. That was before; when he still had a tenacious hold […]
Back-alley left to dumpsters, syringes and rats. Entering, Jed had been in a world of hitting first and leaving fast. That was before; when he still had a tenacious hold […]
“Now” — trembling finger pushing — send. “30 seconds to havoc and destruction” Fertilizers, chemicals, pre-paid calling cards. Youtube testimonial pre-recorded, purpose all explained. Mission done. The curly head of […]
Elephant Island, April 24 1916 Dear Emily, If you ever read this letter, you probably know that I have perished at sea. You know I always loved you; but only […]
This the fourth installment in “Monday finish the story” by Barbara W Beacham. The previous installments are here: Part1, Part2, Part3 They finally made their escape; Maria glanced at her […]
Somewhere; courtyard dressed in shadows of the gloomy skies reeking from the marshes; the young orphan glances through gauzy curtains for just a fleeting glimpse of a dove-blue silken frock. […]
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