Coloring between the lines
“Forgive me father, I have sinned”, Behind the grate Father Tom saw her eyes, brimming with tears. He closed his eyes to focus on Maria’s voice. “Tell me”, “I cannot […]
“Forgive me father, I have sinned”, Behind the grate Father Tom saw her eyes, brimming with tears. He closed his eyes to focus on Maria’s voice. “Tell me”, “I cannot […]
The pavement blooms in Paris, Moscow, Dhaka and in Copenhagen, a fragrance not of spring a sick perfume of sorrow a worm inside my chest, a sickness in the rose’s […]
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