poised with poisonous eczema – haibun for dVerse
She stares with vacant eyes, poised between the urge for syringe bliss and the cold dirge of groping hands. Where did it start, that downhill poison slope? In her pernicious […]
She stares with vacant eyes, poised between the urge for syringe bliss and the cold dirge of groping hands. Where did it start, that downhill poison slope? In her pernicious […]
Dave had looked forward to his final day. To leave this hellhole and the revolting people calling themselves friends. To walk out through the door as a free man, diploma […]
We always feel protected from the grey beyond, from wisps of mist that eat at flesh, from curiosity of greener grass. It’s all a lie – you tell us so. […]
La Jolla, May 7, 2014 A major breakthrough in the mystery of the apparent mass suicide among whales seem to have a plausible explanation. Dr Pungent Beach found the reason […]
To twinkling candle-light and sound of waves. A breeze that gently touched their naked skin. They had been young, they had been free. When love was all that mattered, and […]
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