Winter play – playing with dVerse
at winter I dreamt of skis a pair that smelled of tar waxed in perfect balance between glide and grip and weather was a fairy tale I would be skiing […]
at winter I dreamt of skis a pair that smelled of tar waxed in perfect balance between glide and grip and weather was a fairy tale I would be skiing […]
a brief encounter is a first a brief encounter is a performance that takes place as an imaginary scenario where the artist’s grandmother meets with Karl Marx a brief encounter […]
On the road we travel aimlessly to find what we never have been looking for. The rhythm of a breaking engine — ca-chunk ca-chunk ca-chunk make me tap that knee […]
Tenderly I touch your cool glass as I feel the weight of broken souls, disintegrated families and suicides, and making the rich even richer. Communicate my utter nonsense. – I […]
Sometimes friendship’s built like a castle – brick by brick and from the spires we can see vast woodlands and the sea but just at the horizon there is another […]
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