So this is Sweden
Dusk swallowed dawn into nightstretched as a shrouded corpseforever dank, moon stars sunlost to November when no amount of lamps can color what is black,the pale skinned huddle inside,while a […]
Dusk swallowed dawn into nightstretched as a shrouded corpseforever dank, moon stars sunlost to November when no amount of lamps can color what is black,the pale skinned huddle inside,while a […]
Monday’s a heavyset woman wears boots and tramples through mud; she’s dressed in a hand-me-down trenchcoat and as she pulls up the collar to ward off the sleet that is […]
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