A strand of hair – Trifecta story.
She could concoct a potion of rhums and juices that made me forget my miseries. She called it Zombie and somehow it was befitting to the lounge where she was […]
She could concoct a potion of rhums and juices that made me forget my miseries. She called it Zombie and somehow it was befitting to the lounge where she was […]
See button red like Rudolph’s nose wonder what will happen now? I press it once, I press it twice see BOOM goes Moscow and goodbye Beijing who’s now the dumb-ass? […]
Joseph touched his shaved chin and looked at himself in the mirror. Tonight he was better than ever before, his smile was innocent but had a lure that touched his […]
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 […]
Behind the mask he hid his fears with painted mouth in constant smile as laughter moved him into tears At played stupidity we cheered which gave a bitter taste of […]
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