I turned away
I went across the landingto the court reporter’s deskthe room was darker than ever,her arms were bruised there alone near the back she had a small throat as if she didn’t mindfinger marks […]
I went across the landingto the court reporter’s deskthe room was darker than ever,her arms were bruised there alone near the back she had a small throat as if she didn’t mindfinger marks […]
Underneath the smooth- ness of his new Armani suit lurks decay Underneath his promises corruption rots. His voice is luminous, lustred, laced with lies. “I respect your choice”, But underneath, […]
Before anticipated gluttony a little chambermaid prepares the roast and cabbage, pheasant pie, onions cooked in wine and those pleasant fries. He wants his wine, he wants to dine. But […]
Face the color of ripe plum and starched shirt plastered to an obese body. “It’s time for my mint julep” Rufus voice broke into falsetto cutting the afternoon silence. He […]
Back-alley left to dumpsters, syringes and rats. Entering, Jed had been in a world of hitting first and leaving fast. That was before; when he still had a tenacious hold […]
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