Aching Silence
It’s black — this lack of words; a void… too cold. I only hear myself reflected darkly between each heartbeat; caesurae of the muted nights. It’s black — this lack […]
It’s black — this lack of words; a void… too cold. I only hear myself reflected darkly between each heartbeat; caesurae of the muted nights. It’s black — this lack […]
Elongated seconds crawling crusts of centipedes, crabs, joyful as the jinglebelly muzak underneath my skin. Sluggish earthworms: heartbeats drumbeats upbeat — soon. “Can i have them wrapped?” Inhale-exhale the weight […]
Before: Forever happy un- abridged “Yes” — she said that day, yet unpaired: des- paired he’s left bereft today, silenced into shade. There are days when water’s paled with voices […]
Līgo Haībun prompt is the photograph attached. I thought I would write a story that is the exact opposite of my first impression of the picture by David Williamson. She […]
I’m early to post in Friday Fictioneers this week. I feel a little bad because I have not read all the entries last week, and I know it will be […]
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