Sail away
Many years ago we decided to follow the same path in the direction laid out by providence. We travel without a map and compass so at every crossroad we wait […]
Many years ago we decided to follow the same path in the direction laid out by providence. We travel without a map and compass so at every crossroad we wait […]
When did morals change to this?enjoyment in the bully’s blissto feel compassion is for foolsWhen being strong is being cruel Reward the rapist with your kissenjoy their torture and their […]
The windows of the librarycan only be reachedby climbing a ladderhidden under lock and key;so as the books unopenedthe worlds (words)within will only knowabout each otherthrough a visitor bringingthe evening […]
Sharpshooter Shawnentered at noonsurrounded by silenceadvanced to the barhe slapped his handon the counterfor a shot-glass of rye. While tipping his ten gallonhe pointed at May-Louwho sashayed with a smileinto […]
Poem,I, gently growskey-stroke by key-stroketransformed from letters,wordsto sentences to senseno longer inked on papera codeis still a storyonly whenI’m read by youand in your mindyou fill the voidswith colors, scents. […]
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