Partner in Crime
Amanda collected her thoughts while washing her hand; ridding herself of the past. Slowly she scrubbed her nails, lathering skin, seeing in suds how the future gathers. In vine, bush, […]
Amanda collected her thoughts while washing her hand; ridding herself of the past. Slowly she scrubbed her nails, lathering skin, seeing in suds how the future gathers. In vine, bush, […]
The moon has already wrapped itself in silver clouds; the branches of the bared canopies, like sooty filigree, are skeletal hands waving in the mournful breeze. An owl hoots. I […]
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