Serpent in my bed
The dry snake slithers slowly, skales caressing my skin the tender weight of its body moves slowly closer closer to my groin with a forked-tongue tickling. I feel the cold […]
The dry snake slithers slowly, skales caressing my skin the tender weight of its body moves slowly closer closer to my groin with a forked-tongue tickling. I feel the cold […]
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