(r)evolution
Does it matter afterwards that objects in mirror are closer than they appear? We drove and never cared. When they came, they sneaked upon us from behind, and left us […]
Does it matter afterwards that objects in mirror are closer than they appear? We drove and never cared. When they came, they sneaked upon us from behind, and left us […]
With Sun on my back I cross the street to the town-hall. My manifesto is written, I’ve pledged my loyalty to the movement. I smile at the blond gendarme; wishing […]
It’s after afterwards. All is still and silent; memories have skin of frost. He had waited by her side; first through sickness and later by her headstone, They had been […]
Finally. After years and years they were on their way. Amy and Marcus were to live their dream. House and cars were sold. Burning midnight oil as paralegals had paid […]
The funeral had been a quick affair, and the family had returned to the mansion. Amberly wondered if they would have warmed to her if she had shown a sign […]
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