The real change
“You’ve changed, you say” Leyla put her hands on her hips, raised her left eyebrow staring at Julian. “Yes… I’ve come to ask forgiveness… I acted wrong,” he couldn’t meet […]
“You’ve changed, you say” Leyla put her hands on her hips, raised her left eyebrow staring at Julian. “Yes… I’ve come to ask forgiveness… I acted wrong,” he couldn’t meet […]
The cruiser stopped on the bridge and police opened the door for a woman in her late forties. She had been brought as witness, but Detective Dave Drummond had a […]
“This game is rigged”, Annabella Appleton complained. Another failed job interview She slammed down her leather briefcase on the kitchen counter. “Oh, sweetie-pie let me give you a hug”, Anita […]
Scarecrows… they look like scarecrows. D.C. Scott Sutton tightens his grip around the railing facing the judge and the barristers.. Remembering, closing his eyes… a young woman’s body, like Ophelia… […]
“No, no I don’t hate them, they are just very shallow,” said lieutenant Snyak, licking her exquisite middle eyebrow in place. “Ha… indeed. I asked one, what he worshipped… guess […]
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