We are all defeated
Mahogany skin: sunwarm, after all these years still calling. I think I can feel it purring when I let my hand trace its smooth hull. A vibration tempting me to […]
Mahogany skin: sunwarm, after all these years still calling. I think I can feel it purring when I let my hand trace its smooth hull. A vibration tempting me to […]
‘I crave the darkness to appreciate the light’, Sheila ran the razor gently across her skin. The scars would remind her of the nights when her father couldn’t let her […]
First let me apologize for last week. I didn’t have time to go through so many of the great entries, I visited my mother and went to a 50 years […]
A picture from my Hometown in this week’s Friday Fictioneers, it’s taken outside the Royal Castle in Stockholm, and you can walk right up to the soldier. I served two […]
Wednesday is the new Friday, and as usual it’s time for Friday Fictioneers. This time to a fun picture by John Nixon. Today a story with a slight twist in […]
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