Listen to their song
Before the sodden churchyard has been kissedby daylight skipping in between headstones,I hear them through the chilling autumn mist,the muffled footsteps of returning souls.From All Souls by Kim Russel 2025 […]
Before the sodden churchyard has been kissedby daylight skipping in between headstones,I hear them through the chilling autumn mist,the muffled footsteps of returning souls.From All Souls by Kim Russel 2025 […]
Forgotten and lost, Julie walks along the frozen dirt road. With soles worn thin each stone hurts, and the claws of the icy wind find the rips in her old […]
Since that morning, when ice filled her veins with the absence of her child, she remembered their last parting. Shared custody meant that Junior would be picked up from school […]
I get my strength from symbiosis with the roots of trees, decay feeds my veins and my limbs spread as mycorrhiza. I infiltrate,I penetrate. I am your most beloved parasite. […]
We had worked in silence to gather up our pieces, trying in vain to separate the knick-knacks of our twenty years of failure into separate piles. The worthless ledger of […]
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