Where poppies flew – For Friday Fictioneers
My days pass slowly under the shadow of a temple bell. That ominous bell tolling threnodies of losses, of sorrows I bear under a facade of stoic boredom. The poppies […]
My days pass slowly under the shadow of a temple bell. That ominous bell tolling threnodies of losses, of sorrows I bear under a facade of stoic boredom. The poppies […]
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