I’m also sinking
Every time I see a plastic sack among the flotsam and the debris, I think that you’ve come back to tell . In some way it could be a sweet […]
Every time I see a plastic sack among the flotsam and the debris, I think that you’ve come back to tell . In some way it could be a sweet […]
There are two cautions for my readers 1. this is fiction, purely fiction – and quite horrific. 2. It’s not new but has been written to a prompt The reason […]
a fallen flower flew back to its perch a butterfly © Moritake dancing with the breeze ignoring my dreams © Me or on the darker side a fallen flower […]
In summer sweetness of the fountain’s song she slowly pulls the petals from a tender rose reliving basement fists that’s pounding strong when youthful poems turned to trembling prose In […]
hear wisdom whispered from the withered walls the listless lies to lustfulness that’s lost your hellish hallows from those hateful doves infected – nesting similar to ghosts one day I […]
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