Broken Bones – for dVerse
Binary — her broken bones, encoded, loaded into sequences of purplish vacancies. In magnetic vortex arithmetic building boolean combinations, the manifolds of truth. Ever they are multiplying in my sterile […]
Binary — her broken bones, encoded, loaded into sequences of purplish vacancies. In magnetic vortex arithmetic building boolean combinations, the manifolds of truth. Ever they are multiplying in my sterile […]
I hear your echoes in our empty rooms as dust swirl slowly in the silver moon the butcher’s hatchet sing of crimson dooms your soul has flown but still 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