Just another monday – almost
His day started like any other day, in fact a little worse because it was a Monday. Observant as ever he noted the new graffiti that someone had sprayed on […]
His day started like any other day, in fact a little worse because it was a Monday. Observant as ever he noted the new graffiti that someone had sprayed on […]
So I’m back to Friday Fictioneers with a story of 100 words exactly. I’m in the US for a short trip, and will spend a fair amount of time on […]
To the symphony of morning birds he walked deeper and deeper into the familiar wood. He knew the places were he had played as a kid, and following the stream […]
He watched Anna-Belle leaving, her things packed and ready to be shipped to her parents. With a slight pang of loss he watched the fluid motion of her cotton dress […]
As moon streaks the old pond with silver, I feel first tooth growing, nails transforms to claws, and cursed hair appear again. Hunger growing, my last human thought’s: “Hope chains […]
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