The candlelight of those that left – for Friday Fictioneers
In the candlelight I see the souls that left crushed in water-grinder of the tsunami carried off into a merciless horizon In the candlelight i hear your gentle voice I […]
In the candlelight I see the souls that left crushed in water-grinder of the tsunami carried off into a merciless horizon In the candlelight i hear your gentle voice I […]
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