In the alley behind
When you talk about our love with meth-mouth-smile, it’s like finding a garbage bag floating in the stagnant pools behind forsaken factories, and see a femur shape that cling to […]
When you talk about our love with meth-mouth-smile, it’s like finding a garbage bag floating in the stagnant pools behind forsaken factories, and see a femur shape that cling to […]
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