Peace of gravel
Once a gravel caught inside a soldier’s shoe became a wound, that snowballed into pus and soon his gangrened limb, was cut, and thus the butterfly effect from stones was […]
Once a gravel caught inside a soldier’s shoe became a wound, that snowballed into pus and soon his gangrened limb, was cut, and thus the butterfly effect from stones was […]
Sipping syllables — your lips the butterfly effect of thunderstorms, the flutter in my stomach or the logic of imagined constellations. Still I crave your random kisses and I ask […]
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