A father’s son
Anders Swanson always wondered why his adventure ended where others saw beginnings. He had endured the third-class crossing, the humiliations and the shattered dream of acres for himself. Always late, […]
Anders Swanson always wondered why his adventure ended where others saw beginnings. He had endured the third-class crossing, the humiliations and the shattered dream of acres for himself. Always late, […]
Every morning Laura looked at herself in the mirror. She’d noticed the first gray hairs and the first bitter striations long ago. Her hazel eyes shrunk with every dream unfulfilled […]
when whispers of the moon is quenched by hooting owls and winds fall limp into my tepid heart I feel it slowly builds like muted howls of non-articulated shredded harps […]
she’s volatile in soothing volumes, with volcanoes deep inside the whiffle as she whispers, hides whimsiness beneath she’s my summer substance, with suaveness as a thin veneer it hides her […]
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