The number of the beast is 666
the number of the beast is 666 its terror rules diseases of our battlefields that weigh humanity with sooty bricks when everyone to vain and hate will yield and find […]
the number of the beast is 666 its terror rules diseases of our battlefields that weigh humanity with sooty bricks when everyone to vain and hate will yield and find […]
With purple fur and orange feet he’s hiding in your bowl of soup. And if you try the food to eat you’ll find it has a taste of poop so […]
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