Schrödinger’s cat is open to doubt
a brief encounter is a first a brief encounter is a performance that takes place as an imaginary scenario where the artist’s grandmother meets with Karl Marx a brief encounter […]
a brief encounter is a first a brief encounter is a performance that takes place as an imaginary scenario where the artist’s grandmother meets with Karl Marx a brief encounter […]
burning blood on fingertips desire quenched in last embrace the hunger of November clouds see sharpness of surrender his life forfeit to dreams undone behind the curtains of her hair […]
The way we paint in colors to conceal like it’s an oil paint where we once again could have a life of purple love in verdant spring with tangerine and […]
I go too slow today silent lorries fleeting woodlands detoxicate tulipomania academically mainstreaming quadruplicates extravagantness sphygmomanometer hypochondriacally bourgeoisification A snowball poem.. way to late for Anna’s dVerse avantgarde article. — […]
a putrid smell of rotting flesh and movement from the beast that hides in darkness of my home reminder of a feast Oh should I dare to face this foe […]
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