Just walking
Every path starts at our front door. After less than two kilometers we have left the gardens and houses behind. An occasional jogger might pass us and we note that […]
Every path starts at our front door. After less than two kilometers we have left the gardens and houses behind. An occasional jogger might pass us and we note that […]
I never knew infinity was relative. I thought that traces could be buried deep in archives, that fraud was safe, and accountants never could be charged. But they digitized the […]
I’m the one she still accepts I’m the one that leaves a trail behind of my unwashed underwear, I’m the footsteps leading to our bed […]
a place called freedom in my heart protected by a fortress wall from outside world sets me apart a place called freedom in my heart in desolation I see art […]
I share this Rondeau on dVerse and 100WCGU where the phrase is: …what does it taste like…. what does it taste like when you’re free? like wind you swallow from […]
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