Humans again
We lived on illusions, the artificial intelligence we have named “The Guide”. It had entered our brains, manipulating feelings, stealing our dreams and affections. Ever since it took hold on […]
We lived on illusions, the artificial intelligence we have named “The Guide”. It had entered our brains, manipulating feelings, stealing our dreams and affections. Ever since it took hold on […]
The brooding dawn was a precursor, we should have listened to the traffic holding its breath, sky a tense diaphragm, throbbing, drenching the newscaster’s voice. We should have prepared but […]
Dear John, Your last letter brought tears to my eyes. I will never be able to watch crows in my backyard without thinking about their beaks buried in the eyeballs […]
The city is a dragon, aware but dormant with its callous eyes watching over avenues and cul-de-sacs. It watches over treasures kept in vaults and pockets. Every banker, every beggar […]
February is cruel, but nowadays it’s from lack of light and not from snow or ice. “Here was once a bridge”, Jack points at the rotting stumps extruding through fermenting […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly