Their last unwritten verse – For Friday Fictioneers
The tension in the room became palpable as the lights were dimmed and the guitarists started to pluck their guitars. Even before Amália started to sing, tears rolled down Maria’s […]
The tension in the room became palpable as the lights were dimmed and the guitarists started to pluck their guitars. Even before Amália started to sing, tears rolled down Maria’s […]
Its gossamer tentacles slowly, almost tenderly, sank toward the fascinated crowd, captivating with hypnotic eyes. In a siren’s voice it lulled them for a final kill. They always said its […]
Before she was taken, mother always whispered about another world where you could sit and watch daylight slowly waning. But she left – those that cannot deliver their quota disappear […]
Warm sand meets my bare feet and tells of losses, of sorrows but now also hope. The sea might have taken all away, but writhen canopies murmur soft songs of […]
aweigh! aweigh! in misty night the tinkle cadence of the chains anchor raises as we leave these shores aweigh! aweigh! siderate: a rough command bending backs silently capturing night as […]
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