Deaths
this saddest datetests detest aheadthe heated hate at haste, at hasteas assets heistedestates, the shedsstashed at haste detested deedsthe hated hats heads heeds shadesedated hateash sheets deads the datethe date […]
this saddest datetests detest aheadthe heated hate at haste, at hasteas assets heistedestates, the shedsstashed at haste detested deedsthe hated hats heads heeds shadesedated hateash sheets deads the datethe date […]
In the library time isa six year old girl named Aldorarunning through the corridorsand alleys and seeminglywith her unicorn magic takingyou over storm-ridden seasacross snow laden valleysinto Mediaeval battle fieldswhere […]
Marge knew how to purge blood from her soiled clothes, any woman knew, but It had been messy. Had to be… Tim deserved it a million times for what he […]
She left for nothingness in incrementsin steps too small for us to pause, lamentuntil that day in May, it was too late,to bid farewell as shadows were herfate;and we could […]
The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite, sperhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries.― Jorge Luis Borges, The library of Babel “Until then I had thought […]
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