A carefully selected mismatch
Spontaneous is carefully selected mismatch, expensive socks unpaired and designer patchwork parkas made in Bangladesh. It’s feng-shui of the coffee-shop where posers order oolong tea. It’s zen on Instagram and […]
Spontaneous is carefully selected mismatch, expensive socks unpaired and designer patchwork parkas made in Bangladesh. It’s feng-shui of the coffee-shop where posers order oolong tea. It’s zen on Instagram and […]
Winter is the broken bridge between forgetfulness and memory of songs. Winter is the idle smell between the cinnamon and spring, it’s a carcass in the snow. Winter is forgotten […]
With formidable presence, the flatfish of the future cradles liberty for deadbeat voters, bread and circuses lifted off the grounds of local parks, chanting falsehoods in perfect disguise of his […]
In sweetgale fumes, there is a weight of backpacks filled. There’s anticipated mountain views, at the beginning of a treck. There is a miry softness, in my gait, a sound […]
Silversnaking on its cheap reflection his gaze seeks upward thighs, delight of tender talons, eyes to rip her stockings. Rainy nights are rotting teeth seduction. tapered fingers, priestlike, locking round […]
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