The love-sick zombie – rhyme for trifextra
As vixen ladies hate to mate and won’t a stinking zombie date. Decaying limbs and rotting flesh my putrid smell is far from fresh. I need a strong deodorant, and […]
As vixen ladies hate to mate and won’t a stinking zombie date. Decaying limbs and rotting flesh my putrid smell is far from fresh. I need a strong deodorant, and […]
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