Roadkill 2AM
Far away at 2 AM, awake; with her silver bells a gentle chime of frozen roads. “I couldn’t brake in time, the doe came rushing out too late, too fast, […]
Far away at 2 AM, awake; with her silver bells a gentle chime of frozen roads. “I couldn’t brake in time, the doe came rushing out too late, too fast, […]
Oh my baby, no never please never return when you left, I was lost, but I’ve found me again now I walk on these streets and I’m cold from the […]
We were the sea and soil, the withered green We were the burning ice and blazing night. But we were crushed by weight of dawn. We were the fragrant rose, […]
“It must be filled with grain”, Ian’s eyes burned with hunger, a finger resting on the trigger of their only AK-47. “It’s all ours now”, his gaze met Sara’s. Sara […]
When the riptide comes you are the force of moon p-u-l-l-i-n-g water & draining estuaries, leaving in its wake a smell of seaweed. “Why did you leave the water running?” […]
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