Postcards of hangings
They’re selling postcards of the hanging of the old ladies knitting and the soldiers kissing shadowed under an ageless sun and relentless rain. Who said laughter is never befriended with […]
They’re selling postcards of the hanging of the old ladies knitting and the soldiers kissing shadowed under an ageless sun and relentless rain. Who said laughter is never befriended with […]
Unearthed remains of metaphors, a braille of past, with care and glue, we stitched together shards of us; repaired what’s broken with apologies; to maybe last another day, or ‘till […]
This tale is inked in white: a pause, a silent suite for paws and tail, a breath of barrow-wights. as sweet as apples-pie. before a peal of kirk-bells disturb your […]
The city’s built from bones and cartilage; the foundation of its skyline are constipated guts; the soil is saturated with our blood. The city is a beast. When I window-shop […]
October is a teacher; a spinster sometimes stern, but she still consoles the silent student with her wind of words. October is a teacher who dyes her hair with henna, […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly