When the locusts eat your liver it may be too late
It’s not the species dying, lost or extinction in itself, but the locusts, and the pestilence that will follow in its wake that might change your mind (when it’s way […]
It’s not the species dying, lost or extinction in itself, but the locusts, and the pestilence that will follow in its wake that might change your mind (when it’s way […]
It’s a terrible shame having to kneel for nickels and dimes; a pittance to plead for your pennies while greed gives you gold. I hate this, my living by waiting […]
“People can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.” ― Saul Bellow One September-day a lady waltzed into his inner sanctum of forgotten books; an eyelash-teardrop clinging […]
The void I carry at night has never a weight built from vices and shame in my unwilling dreams. Shameless I sleep, but find that the void is a lady […]
Before the aged librarian begins to read a book not read before he inhales, he exhales with utmost tranquility he lets his fingers tiptoe lightly on its luscious spine, as […]
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