No Mint Julep for Rufus
Face the color of ripe plum and starched shirt plastered to an obese body. “It’s time for my mint julep” Rufus voice broke into falsetto cutting the afternoon silence. He […]
Face the color of ripe plum and starched shirt plastered to an obese body. “It’s time for my mint julep” Rufus voice broke into falsetto cutting the afternoon silence. He […]
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