What’s fair in bottles?
When fairness lingers indecisive in olive hues of sunburnt skin in raven tresses hidden by hijabs in what’s different from you; it’s your acceptance of the details in what’s fair […]
When fairness lingers indecisive in olive hues of sunburnt skin in raven tresses hidden by hijabs in what’s different from you; it’s your acceptance of the details in what’s fair […]
**** Warning — this story is shocking — unfortunately these things have happened, and is a variant of Stockholm Syndrome **** Discarded from the lull of lullabies, from lollipops and […]
I choose to continue my VisDare from last week. It will be a new experience for me. My last weeks entry is here. At midnight she’s suddenly awake. The strange […]
My VisDare entry this week. Walking through the tunnel she felt an eerie déjà vu, the damp and musky smell, the crunch as she barefoot threaded on the floor. A […]
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