Cities at night
Cities at night are shining lures, they are tantalizing diamonds resting gently in the hollow of a lady’s throat, a lamp attracting moths, an angel and a whore. Cities at […]
Cities at night are shining lures, they are tantalizing diamonds resting gently in the hollow of a lady’s throat, a lamp attracting moths, an angel and a whore. Cities at […]
White is life; it’s every hue combined in equal measure. The passion of your heart, the love of red, of blood and anger. It’s the cold and distant blue, rejection […]
The following haiku by Sogi is very inspiring: abandoned house the garden taken over – butterfly home To me there is a clear narrative here, so I will try with […]
Luottolako is a high plateau in the nationalpark of Sarek; its remoteness — at least 3 days of strenuous walking from any road —- combined with the many days of […]
Traveling by subway on a Christmas Eve, you see the empty eyes of those that lost. For some the brief hour they could greet their child is over, other have […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly