My sourdough’s name
I haven’t named my sourdoughit would be an omen,to bring you bread unleavened,faint and flat just like the friendyou hold too dearwho brings you sorrow in betrayal,the sourdoughyou love too […]
I haven’t named my sourdoughit would be an omen,to bring you bread unleavened,faint and flat just like the friendyou hold too dearwho brings you sorrow in betrayal,the sourdoughyou love too […]
Dust and trash. I can neither live on memories nor leave my past. I hear your laughter in every book you read, I smell betrayal in the withered daffodils you […]
Bree was out of options; lost in life’s maze of betrayals, mistakes and jealousy. The embossed letter bearing the golden insignia of Jack’s solicitor felt cold as a coffin nail. […]
Trifecta challenge is to use the following word. PEDANTIC (adjective) 1 : of, relating to, or being a pedant(see pedant) 2 : narrowly, stodgily, and often ostentatiously learned 3 : […]
I took this picture on the morning after Valentine, and in my opinion it tells a story that I would like to set into a poem. If anyone else feels […]
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