Estella
Beloved hated spinster. You bought me for a purpose, for the green hard pebbles of your eyes. For wishes of his death. For every death, you chained my heart, froze […]
Beloved hated spinster. You bought me for a purpose, for the green hard pebbles of your eyes. For wishes of his death. For every death, you chained my heart, froze […]
‘I crave the darkness to appreciate the light’, Sheila ran the razor gently across her skin. The scars would remind her of the nights when her father couldn’t let her […]
In greedy flames that licked the rain and sky for verdicts of another night, when dreams repeated pasts when mother’s asking why she’s sentenced and why the preacher screamed of […]
**** Warning — this story is shocking — unfortunately these things have happened, and is a variant of Stockholm Syndrome **** Discarded from the lull of lullabies, from lollipops and […]
” Sweetheart, I went haywire after being sentenced working these fields. Sweat trickles down my forehead so close to freedom. The farm-girls’ cotton skirts sway rhythmically reminding me of when […]
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