My concrete heart – Poetry for Friday Fictioneers.
The choices that I cannot make between what’s right for me or what’s right. Are there answers on the wall? Painted clear with brazen clarity, In letters scribbled yes or […]
The choices that I cannot make between what’s right for me or what’s right. Are there answers on the wall? Painted clear with brazen clarity, In letters scribbled yes or […]
Father Peter crossed the churchyard on the overgrown path. Above the hunting clouds partly shadowed a full moon, casting moving shadows on the old iron crosses of the old cholera […]
Walking the familiar steps to work it was always easier if she imagined herself at her grandmother’s place. When she was happy with a ponytail bouncing with joy and curiosity. […]
Yet another century gone tormented in the acid rain within the marble stone his soul still yearns for her livid flesh. As season pass and go he sees the love […]
Thomas walked with heavy steps to the koi-pond. He knew it had been his downfall, and he tried not to see the foreclosure signs. It had been an obsession. But […]
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