Lure of the lady
The pale lady sings with nightshady voice of lethe and less as slowly you sink in her marble embrace. The pale lady stings with syringe and blood as slowly you […]
The pale lady sings with nightshady voice of lethe and less as slowly you sink in her marble embrace. The pale lady stings with syringe and blood as slowly you […]
He rode the bike of twilight when they met at dusk She was blinded, blissed groomed in grooves of him and rock’n’roll. She was a bombshell, feisty but made pill […]
Patsy scratched her underarms, rolling a vein between thumb and forefinger. She was hungry; for food and more. She would struggle to find another climb; to find the heaven she […]
The anticipation had been building up a while and the tremors made it hard to handle the spoon, the candle and the leather strap. Still he finally would find his […]
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