Volunteers?
From Moscow said president Putin that in Ukraine the soldiers are mutants and those rebels from Russia have never been sent they are just volunteers from Tashkent. Today Gayle want […]
From Moscow said president Putin that in Ukraine the soldiers are mutants and those rebels from Russia have never been sent they are just volunteers from Tashkent. Today Gayle want […]
Dance me open twist your bubble ’round our shimmered grins, spill me spells. Breeze me roses, green perfume of leaves untouched. Bring with lull of ocean journeys undulations melted, skip […]
Break its defense, be brave against fear though what’s dear become goosebumps in fog and gnawing of bones though fingers are clawing to open the noose constricting you breath though […]
Willow me from wont, let be just you and me; let old be gone send silver, gold and let us see, in billows, fields aglow, the way, from habit to […]
It’s the blisters forming, second, sometimes even third, degree; like drinking moonshine or the tom yum gai on swollen tongues. It’s chap of lips. It’s claws extending from the mushroom […]
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