The roads ahead
Gangrene and lost limbs were their price to fame, but they had done what none would do again. Maurice sighed, leaning back in the train sofa. He knew what was […]
Gangrene and lost limbs were their price to fame, but they had done what none would do again. Maurice sighed, leaning back in the train sofa. He knew what was […]
There are often two ways to reach a summit. There is the direct road, balancing on narrow ledges, overcoming the fear of precipes trusting the thin rope, and your companion’s […]
aghast above in tree their silence ominous like little scarecrows they just wait a presence is like noose around my neck but as I’m climbing up they disappear and then […]
He was approaching the goal for all his years of planning. His sacrifices where soon to be rewarded with just one last little climb to the peak. He sat down […]
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