The butterfly effect
I hate travelling with Matt. He’s late again; I’m boiling inside as the stewardess closes the door right behind him. While he makes his way down the aisle to his […]
I hate travelling with Matt. He’s late again; I’m boiling inside as the stewardess closes the door right behind him. While he makes his way down the aisle to his […]
As soon as the last guest left Clara locked the door and meticulously cleaned the bar. She washed the glasses and swept the floor. Thirty minutes later she left her […]
Philip pushes his way through the hallway cluttered with clothes and toys. Her clothes, their toys. The condo, once perfect for a bachelor, is simply too cramped since Janine moved […]
Labeled a muse, no longer faithful she left a husband to live with the stars, becoming the fifth among four. Was it sympathy for the devil, or sex, drugs and […]
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here today for me to give you evidence of myths being true.” The room went silent, and McLie savoured the moment, polishing his pince-nez. […]
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