His latest muse – Fiction for Trifecta
He watched Anna-Belle leaving, her things packed and ready to be shipped to her parents. With a slight pang of loss he watched the fluid motion of her cotton dress […]
He watched Anna-Belle leaving, her things packed and ready to be shipped to her parents. With a slight pang of loss he watched the fluid motion of her cotton dress […]
He was prying carefully, with utmost care, excavating digging and somtimes succombed to curiosity. Deeper, deeper into the glutinous substance of the memory-circuits he dived. There maybe he could have […]
Matt entered the seedy bar expecting nothing else than sour brew and the smell of cheap tobacco still lingering in the stained upholstery. To his surprise the only other guest […]
Our love a withered rose with only thorns I keep it to remind me of what’s lost & gone recalling days before I was forlorn Our love is gone to […]
Felt a need to exercise my iambic skills and give you a ghastly sonnet in Trifecta. The word today is Rusty 3a : of the color rust b : dulled […]
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