The Crupleprat from Bombamare
When you’re searching for the cruplepratyou have to look beyond the zimblebeamand walk the willyways and follow turlytatsthrough wind and rain; see there she gleams in fur and diamonds, with […]
When you’re searching for the cruplepratyou have to look beyond the zimblebeamand walk the willyways and follow turlytatsthrough wind and rain; see there she gleams in fur and diamonds, with […]
I met an octopus the other dayas I was shopping for a crupleprathe asked me if I knew the shallow wayto where he’d find a candy Stetson hat I didn’t […]
I dyed the denverhogs in secrecy in purply braccora of decency to hide them from the masterclones larching down on plastered songs we tied the sewerlog relentlessly decreasing donors to […]
I met an octopus the other day as I was window-shopping for a cat he asked me if I knew an other way to where he’d buy a violet Stetson […]
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