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Izzy wants us to dance and write what we come up with at toads. I danced a little to Whip It that was a favorite of mine a long long […]
Izzy wants us to dance and write what we come up with at toads. I danced a little to Whip It that was a favorite of mine a long long […]
Contemptuous words that prick my skin that pluck my chest-hairs one by one declaring that our life is sin contemptuous words that prick my skin when to his sermons you […]
He pledges roses in a honeyed voice but talk of rainbow in his speech deceives. So lady dear, please run, you have a choice. His promises infect you like disease […]
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