Armageddon Yellow
Every day another fire — fire-tongues licking thirsty moss trees turn into black hands, stretching from below the surface of an ashen sea. We went picking raspberries the other day […]
Every day another fire — fire-tongues licking thirsty moss trees turn into black hands, stretching from below the surface of an ashen sea. We went picking raspberries the other day […]
Weired the river’s low (1) it’s flow our hunger (2) wind blown,owned; (3) the soil is scorched (4) from carbon torched. (5) A weir is used to dam the water […]
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