Spiders delivered through flames
My bones were once lighted with stars, and with God given ass; making love my fingers caressed your careless guitars. I foresaw what humanity sowed but I gave shit, injecting […]
My bones were once lighted with stars, and with God given ass; making love my fingers caressed your careless guitars. I foresaw what humanity sowed but I gave shit, injecting […]
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