The smell of gambas al Ajillo
The smell of tapas on la Rambla takes me back a thousand weeks I feel your skin as dewdrops on my glass Your hair as raven wings Your hand had […]
The smell of tapas on la Rambla takes me back a thousand weeks I feel your skin as dewdrops on my glass Your hair as raven wings Your hand had […]
“The signal has became stronger every day”; drops of sweat trickled from Dr, Adlersflügel’s forehead settling on the revealing printouts, “they are approaching”. “Benign or Malignant?”, the director barked. “It’s […]
Recalling sting of sudden words unsheathed the billowed darkness growing as the smoke of sentences, of claws and dragon’s teeth. Our home’s a battlefield, I wander cloaked among the ruins […]
Through the soles of my feet I feel the weight of the ore they’ve ripped from the soil. The heavy wheels tell me stories of machinery and guns, of steel […]
Finally she was alone – resting. I had been watching her graceful dance; the magic of her presence energized the melodies. Despite fears I had to act. I grabbed two […]
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