Of carnivores and feeble frills
In tears that germinate in ice-cold wine you sought my mistress in the shadow’s dance a demon born from absence and decline of constant confirmations of romance. When kisses were […]
In tears that germinate in ice-cold wine you sought my mistress in the shadow’s dance a demon born from absence and decline of constant confirmations of romance. When kisses were […]
You should never mock a sleeping dragon or steal the fireworks from wizard’s wagon cause you might be lured into adventures and confront you with the goblin’s dentures You should […]
Across the moors a shriek of angst is heard and see the moon that hides behind the clouds as beasts are roaming through the woods and glades and high above […]
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