Summer fling
Standing by the shore Elinor’s horizon-eyes brims with winters of deceit. The drowsy sea gives no relief; waves the same as yesterday … as everyday… But these clouds are clearly […]
Standing by the shore Elinor’s horizon-eyes brims with winters of deceit. The drowsy sea gives no relief; waves the same as yesterday … as everyday… But these clouds are clearly […]
Eunice adjusted the cap to cover his face. He was dressed in the same clothes he wore when he left but his once-bright yellow cardigan was brown-smudged and soiled. Shame […]
He limps along the streets a heartless man. a being less than hope. a liar to himself, the mineral of man. His liver spotted hands are wrapped around a mug […]
Kayla watched the waves rolling in, each one was another blow, she braced herself, not yet ready to face Nick. He had been drinking. “Your dress shows cleavage”, predicted fuse […]
Madly in the air they’re dancing solemn butterflies, as soot: letters torched, tickled death, battered breath drawn from dust it’s scorched; mute in numbness of defeat live as ice 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