Leaving for Cannes
Hungry spotlights and scavenging flashlights were searching for every indication of a celebrity bulge that could expose an infidelity, Every premiere is a meat-market for tabloid journalism. Loretta leaned against […]
Hungry spotlights and scavenging flashlights were searching for every indication of a celebrity bulge that could expose an infidelity, Every premiere is a meat-market for tabloid journalism. Loretta leaned against […]
It was the pinnacle of his achievements: Nobel laureate in literature. His brow was weighted with the night before, a forge had nested in his head — from drinks and […]
Silence. Yet another day of hope, another day to clean the counter-tops, the tables and the windows. Eileen wanted it perfect when Mike returned. She touched her wedding-band and noticed […]
She was tethered to the listless shore moored and waiting, lacking buoyancy in briny waves, caressed by swaying kelp her salt and tears, he called her whore and with his […]
Gripping the metal rod a little tighter, Alicia tried in vain to soften the parched dirt. A relentless sun was burning in her neck, and in a basket she kept […]
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