A grain of lust
A grain of lust, she’s chained to please a watching buyer holds the keys Anonymous behind his mask, the man can take, he never asks. Still slaves exist it never […]
A grain of lust, she’s chained to please a watching buyer holds the keys Anonymous behind his mask, the man can take, he never asks. Still slaves exist it never […]
As soon as I saw the kigo nakedness, my thought went to one of the most famous paintings in the world “Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe” by Édouard Manet. The way […]
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