Drunk on decay
Elinor sits by herself, stirring her tea while stewing on the stillness left in his wake. She measures his absence in how much her mildew has grown since he left. […]
Elinor sits by herself, stirring her tea while stewing on the stillness left in his wake. She measures his absence in how much her mildew has grown since he left. […]
Every day I scan the mirror of my pond for telltale signs. Bubbles could be the first sign that my secret’s slipping through its shackles. “I promise, you, it’s just […]
Between a heartbeat and a sigh, you said (as if with reason): “We’ve reached an end”. I noticed then, how close to treason words can be; a precipice you never […]
A jealous breeze whispers, moving through the blinds Sun drawn patterns dance across the floor Echoes fill this dreaded room, those whining words that whip and tousle hair. I miss […]
Hungry spotlights and scavenging flashlights were searching for every indication of a celebrity bulge that could expose an infidelity, Every premiere is a meat-market for tabloid journalism. Loretta leaned against […]
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