All along the watchtower
Their loaded machine guns could not been seen against the blinding searchlights, but Jorge knew the routines. He recalled the guards’ jargon and how they had quenched memories at the […]
Their loaded machine guns could not been seen against the blinding searchlights, but Jorge knew the routines. He recalled the guards’ jargon and how they had quenched memories at 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