Fire Works
Once so happy. They, a family, a future. gone … Sean caressed Milla’s soft hair. She was their daughter, not just hers. He had rights too. He closed her bedroom […]
Once so happy. They, a family, a future. gone … Sean caressed Milla’s soft hair. She was their daughter, not just hers. He had rights too. He closed her bedroom […]
Years have passed, but I still recall every single footstep leading to our old mill. My father’s voice still echoes: “We will never sell, never”, but what can a single […]
Kayla watched the waves rolling in, each one was another blow, she braced herself, not yet ready to face Nick. He had been drinking. “Your dress shows cleavage”, predicted fuse […]
You’re banned from these, my shores, sweet bastard if you ever dare again, to snake your way into my bed I’ll pierce you, have you nailed, harpooned, and leave your […]
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 […]
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