At midnight by the cliff
Distinct — his song was laced with soil, a whiff of corpse; a destiny: his magnetism of tapered fingers, priestlike porcelain skin. She left her bed, and by the moonlit […]
Distinct — his song was laced with soil, a whiff of corpse; a destiny: his magnetism of tapered fingers, priestlike porcelain skin. She left her bed, and by the moonlit […]
Its gossamer tentacles slowly, almost tenderly, sank toward the fascinated crowd, captivating with hypnotic eyes. In a siren’s voice it lulled them for a final kill. They always said its […]
Friday Fictioneers is out again, and this time it’s this beautiful restaurant/bar by Ted Strutz. The genre is a probably just a twisted tale and any similarities with real persons […]
In Visdare we should continue our stories from previous weeks. Last week’s contribution is here. This is my third installment. Alaxander is in the familiar place, and listening he hears […]
Cave is the prompt for today’s Carpe Diem Haiku. I found this difficult so I started to look for woodblock prints. The I found the one below by Katsushika Hokusa. […]
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