Prostitution limericks
A courtesan from the streets of Beijing was tutored and cultured to sing but trying her luck she still had to f**k her teachers for making a living. In York […]
A courtesan from the streets of Beijing was tutored and cultured to sing but trying her luck she still had to f**k her teachers for making a living. In York […]
in reflected glow from the hooker’s cigarette – the fire of her john Linked to Carpe Diem — October 2, 2014
Jim’s haiku: harvest dusk– sitting in the wheelbarrow with the potatoes to which I gritily respond by the gutter – two old hookers share some soggy fries — Linked to […]
old prostitute – after her endless night fills the beggar’s cup Linked to Carpe Diem — May 11, 2014
Walking the familiar steps to work it was always easier if she imagined herself at her grandmother’s place. When she was happy with a ponytail bouncing with joy and curiosity. […]
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