Snake oil cures
He paints a canvas of concerns each sooty headline is a scar, his brow is wrinkled, skin is burned; and when he sighs you think he cares But it’s just […]
He paints a canvas of concerns each sooty headline is a scar, his brow is wrinkled, skin is burned; and when he sighs you think he cares But it’s just […]
To listen and to see what’s silent or what’s hidden to break the chains, be free and say whatever is forbidden, You can yell, insult or maim and you’re not […]
It’s not the way with wands to will a wistful smile from gorgeous girls gone cold, no spell can change her style. You cannot make her happy by pulling rabbits […]
I wonder if the pull of hubris hurt like strings before your plunge? or if it was like sky, with blueness, sea and heaven, lack of lunch Did you sense […]
Your canon grows, you cannot swallow. For every book there’s not a hollow big enough to fill with worthless words. May every page you read be precious sweet, important and […]
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