How she lost the bike
She was nine and waking up A bicycle so red was hers today Learn to cycle was her goal So her father taught her well ~~ And she was cycling […]
She was nine and waking up A bicycle so red was hers today Learn to cycle was her goal So her father taught her well ~~ And she was cycling […]
In cloudy sky I wait for sun to come The rays of warmth that heat a frozen soul I’ve been infected and inside I’m numb But gone is the depression […]
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