For some the fall is longer – Friday Fictioneers
He thought himself above the rest, adorned in greenery, born a leader he made the other work. After a while he worked less, and spent his time discussing processes to […]
He thought himself above the rest, adorned in greenery, born a leader he made the other work. After a while he worked less, and spent his time discussing processes to […]
They claimed the altar contained the keys to talk to higher powers, they claimed supremacy and scribbled symbols on parchment. They demanded constant sacrifices for meager harvests in return. But […]
Pedro was just born in the body of a man. At his father’s wish he labored at the farm. He hated growing muscles, He hated bristles on his chin. He […]
When Mathilda closed her eyes she still saw the muzzles of Kalashnikovs, held by trigger happy boys drugged to do the wet jobs for ruthless war-lords. Her soul bore the […]
As nature gradually reclaims its soil, the silence from the murdered herds is screaming from the trees. The awe we felt from bravery and stubborn stance has been replaced by […]
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