Flaunted flick knives of the dark
Lying on my bed, in constant apparition of the hungry hinges of a crying door. Foggy lantern paints cadaverous sheen on puckered skin and sunken skulls. My nose and fingers […]
Lying on my bed, in constant apparition of the hungry hinges of a crying door. Foggy lantern paints cadaverous sheen on puckered skin and sunken skulls. My nose and fingers […]
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