Before is after
This is before or after whichever you like best or maybe it’s that precise moment when the umbilical cord was cut, for some it was before, for a mother it […]
This is before or after whichever you like best or maybe it’s that precise moment when the umbilical cord was cut, for some it was before, for a mother it […]
tick-tock of my jaded clock tick-tock burning sofas snuff the embers tick-tock feed the starving kilns tick-tock mute the wolves employed to choke the members capture words as capsicum bitter […]
It’s been spreadsheet blues and office lies this year and weather hasn’t been too kind. My goals and targets have been sliding underneath the rotting wetness of November leaves. When […]
Reaching the Pacific Ocean I ponder. Is this really the end, or have I changed so much by the time travelling making this end is my beginning? The lead-grey sea […]
for every step you take doors of possibilities are closed as other opens up you’re strong and young with songs that leads you on on convoluted paths silently converging into […]
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