How to see the light
‘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 […]
‘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 […]
a sleek machinery on overdrive the drones remote control a homicide anonymous a button can benight collateral the deaths are multiplied while body-hunters get a sordid wage believing we from […]
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