A road less traveled
A middle-aged man and his trophy-wife: “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood”, “What?, these are mountains Robert, there’s no wood for miles”. “And sorry, I could not travel both”. […]
A middle-aged man and his trophy-wife: “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood”, “What?, these are mountains Robert, there’s no wood for miles”. “And sorry, I could not travel both”. […]
“Do you remember how we used to love camping?” “Yes”. “Do you remember vistas and how we went exploring once?” “I do”. “Do you remember how we loved to gaze […]
“Forgive me father, I have sinned”, Behind the grate Father Tom saw her eyes, brimming with tears. He closed his eyes to focus on Maria’s voice. “Tell me”, “I cannot […]
“The sailor boy upstairs — his cat, you know that tabby?” “Yes I know, but come your shirt is frayed again, we can’t afford a new … I need to […]
“The signal has became stronger every day”; drops of sweat trickled from Dr, Adlersflügel’s forehead settling on the revealing printouts, “they are approaching”. “Benign or Malignant?”, the director barked. “It’s […]
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