poised with poisonous eczema – haibun for dVerse
She stares with vacant eyes, poised between the urge for syringe bliss and the cold dirge of groping hands. Where did it start, that downhill poison slope? In her pernicious […]
She stares with vacant eyes, poised between the urge for syringe bliss and the cold dirge of groping hands. Where did it start, that downhill poison slope? In her pernicious […]
In all creation stories humanity have created it’s centered round the thought of men, this is not unnatural – the stories are after all created only in our thoughts. In […]
When she shut her eyes, she always saw azure water and mother wearing a polka-dot bikini. Gradually the colors of her memories had faded, but purple bruises and blood stained […]
The battlefields are filled with tanks, and chimneys from the factories spew out its soot. Generals order our authors to praise the progress of the state. Passively we watch song […]
The Rabbit and the turtle One day a rabbit was boasting about how fast he could run. He was laughing at the turtle for being so slow. Much to the […]
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