Towards the slaughterhouse we went
We never hesitate, we follow you. We forge ahead until we’re dead. We never walked the narrow roads. With joyful smiles and speedily Towards the slaughterhouse we went. We are […]
We never hesitate, we follow you. We forge ahead until we’re dead. We never walked the narrow roads. With joyful smiles and speedily Towards the slaughterhouse we went. We are […]
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