Food for thought
This still life still can be a shotgunned swan, both corpse unplucked and food uncooked. Just add some warmth, asparagus and salt, parsley, parsnips, pepper and potatoes; stir to sate […]
This still life still can be a shotgunned swan, both corpse unplucked and food uncooked. Just add some warmth, asparagus and salt, parsley, parsnips, pepper and potatoes; stir to sate […]
In spring the aged librarian sees in books the bloom; that from the words a growth of pansies and peonies, of columbine and blue forget-me-nots, and there are daisies, daffodils […]
death is the mother of beauty, the stranger a salesman, a constant companion death is a debt — a sure bet death is nothing at all […]
me is to pay me me is gone, me is that, me is here me is being returned to the sender me is love, me is back me is becoming […]
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