They stole the night.
Once — before they stole our night to sell the sky to trade the blue and stars of nebulae and moons, our sleep. for overalls and days of gray. They […]
Once — before they stole our night to sell the sky to trade the blue and stars of nebulae and moons, our sleep. for overalls and days of gray. They […]
the feline leer a snarl so far from advent happiness and joy of Cheshire cats they mock us like a mad hatter of injustice I see them begging on the […]
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