Fading into Jane – Friday Fictioneers.
Every morning Laura looked at herself in the mirror. She’d noticed the first gray hairs and the first bitter striations long ago. Her hazel eyes shrunk with every dream unfulfilled […]
Every morning Laura looked at herself in the mirror. She’d noticed the first gray hairs and the first bitter striations long ago. Her hazel eyes shrunk with every dream unfulfilled […]
He thought himself above the rest, adorned in greenery, born a leader he made the other work. After a while he worked less, and spent his time discussing processes to […]
Pedro was just born in the body of a man. At his father’s wish he labored at the farm. He hated growing muscles, He hated bristles on his chin. He […]
As nature gradually reclaims its soil, the silence from the murdered herds is screaming from the trees. The awe we felt from bravery and stubborn stance has been replaced by […]
Mrs. Potter was born with problematic teeth, and she was a terrible patient, but on a small island one couldn’t be picky. Steven knew that she had paid for his […]
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