Your smell – triolet
your smell my dear is pretty bad and if you love me, you are nuts for my antipathy I’m glad your smell my dear is pretty bad the day I […]
your smell my dear is pretty bad and if you love me, you are nuts for my antipathy I’m glad your smell my dear is pretty bad the day I […]
Today the Victoria at dVerse wants poetry of irony and I have the picture prompt from Visdare (Normalcy) below. I’ve never grown up with nursery rhymes of Mother Goose, but […]
Just a little limerick I wrote earlier today on twitter. once was a hungry old strumpet went feasting on butter and crumpet but eating too much from softest a touch […]
Playing around with a little limerick 🙂 t’was in London an aging dean got hair replaced with brightest sheen he planted a seed and sprouted some weed made colleagues from […]
I have been away travelling for a few weeks and now finally I am back writing in Friday Fictioners. Every week people from around the globe try to write a […]
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