Till death do us part
Shattered, broken, alone now. Rooflight sunbeams burning echoes from his voice: “Bitch” he had been pounding with his words again — again “Why did you smile at Earl?” or was […]
Shattered, broken, alone now. Rooflight sunbeams burning echoes from his voice: “Bitch” he had been pounding with his words again — again “Why did you smile at Earl?” or was […]
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