Backyard bliss – for dVerse
Intentions for her summer’s bliss like backyard carcasses remain in mother’s garden something missed her faulting memory, my pain But still she save her garden tools it looks the same […]
Intentions for her summer’s bliss like backyard carcasses remain in mother’s garden something missed her faulting memory, my pain But still she save her garden tools it looks the same […]
Time is something that we think can be measured into the smallest fraction of a millisecond, when an athlete improves his personal record with a few milliseconds, she’s jubilant. Still […]
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